I have noticed something that has been happening to me lately. When a beloved artist passes away, I feel the need, beyond the expected urge to revisit their work, the legacy they leave behind, which was always the only relationship I had with them in the first place, to read something related to them. Just as I did after Ozzy’s passing, when I reread the autobiographies of Lemmy and Halford , today I will talk to you about Al Pacino , since not long ago Robert Duvall also left us. What is interesting here, however, is that although I could have chosen to read Ozzy’s autobiography, I instead picked one written by a friend of his. Why? I think I simply wanted to remember, to recall, to “place myself” close to that feeling that even though these people are no longer here with us, some kind of connection still remains, either through their art or through a record of their journey. After finishing Lemmy’s book I moved on to Halford’s , in order to complete, in a way, this short journ...