I first stumbled upon Mario Spinetti in the same way that many wayward and uninformed Americans did, through Fox’s surprisingly honest dedication to dance, So You Think You Can Dance. Danny Tidwell went native and gave flight on the small stage in front of screaming girls who were just intrigued by his bare chest and dancer’s build. I was astonished with his ability to breathe into every single note being sung by the man that was equal parts Buckley and Freddie Mercury — comparisons that have been spilt on Spinetti’s visage since his discovery.
If Tidwell’s need for explosion was any indication, “Delirious” was a song that gave way to such madness as you would only expect from someone living with schizophrenia. There were voices crawling atop each other, vocal effects being pushed with the arrogance of a spoiled prince on the listener. In as few as 3 minutes and 15 seconds, Spinetti had put every ounce of his brilliance and intellect on full display. I don’t quite know whether I think him self-indulgent or pretentious –both of which I make allowances for, especially when it comes in the form of such skilled audacity. What I can take away from his musicianship is an overwhelming sense of gratitude.