Getting ready to go to la Scala tonight for Ferruccio Furlanetto's recital (a tasty night of Russian music that was supposed to take place last month but was then rescheduled, we'll report later), here's a recent example (at the concerto di Capodanno at la Fenice) of the raw powah of FF's voice.
We preemptively surrender to the rolling thunder of the maestro's tonsils.
