| A diamond from the rough, one could say about Vincenzo Pezzutti; found alongside the Massachusetts Turnpike at age four lying under a lean-to of banana peels, abandoned, shoeless, singing the blues with an
unusually powerful and captivating baritone, The Vocaholics' ripened
thought-wizards selected him for rigorous training and aptitude tests
to determine that he was, in fact, the music director-to-be of the
illustrious Vocaholics. The pickled human foot he had with him that
fateful day so many years ago has become a metaphor for our group: we
know not whence we came, but here we are, and we are here to sing. |
