A tenor god crosses over-great gentleman
This is such a passing. He knew the gold he had in his throat. The phrasing like he spoke the music and it went direct to the heart of a listener. The bronzed gold of the very beautiful color. The nobility of his being, a true and real gentleman without air of pretention. A real man’s man. Italy adored him, Pavarotti idolized him, all who heard him live will never be the same. God bless you, Pippo. We will all miss you and continue to be inspired by the legacy you have left on record and film. Never to be forgotten.