(See Cover) It was the emotion-packed end of Act I of Pagliacci, and the clown's heart was broken; the sob-racked notes of Vesti la Giubba soared out of the phonograph, quivered through the cluttered den of Mario (The Great Caruso) Lanza's Beverly Hills home. An exuberant young man with the face of a choir boy and the frame of a prize bull let the vibrations pour over him until he could stand it no longer. His bright black eyes glistened. "Oo, Mario," he cooed lovingly, "you can sing like a sonofabitch ! " Both the...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In