Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Rigolatte, the Local Crackpot with a song in his heart and a latte on his mind. Known for belting out Opera Tunes while wandering aimlessly up and down Montana Avenue, Rigolatte has long been a fixture at 7th and Montana. This morning he could be found standing in front of Drugtown, across from Our Favorite Starbucks, treating oncoming traffic to what sounded like a particularly emotional rendition of Madame Butterfly. His voice carried halfway to Santa Monica Pier. "At last," I thought, "Now is my chance to get the scoop on this demented songbird." I grabbed my Camera Phone and went in to investigate. Rigolatte saw me approach. I looked at him. He looked at me. And then, faster than you can say Aida, he began gesturing wildly, waving his arms in sync with his music like Pavarotti on Acid. I abandoned my plan to "interview" him. Let's just say his style was far too op-erratic for my taste ...!
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I'm listening to some Franco Corelli, I'm sure your friend could do his own rendition of FC too. I usually like anything ending in latte, but...~Mary
I don't blame you for beating a hasty retreat! Don't most operas end with a tragedy?
Hugs, Beth
I bet he can hit a pitch so high it crumples the cardboard latte cups!
LOL....too bad your camera phone doesn't have audio as well....would have been interesting to listen to this chap's opera!
I have to say, your Starbucks certainly is entertaining.
Hugs, Rose
he is as round as Pavarotti
What an unusual display! Oh, wait, most of the patrons around Starbucks at 7th & Montana are unusual...present company excluded, of course!
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