One was King.
The other was Alfredo. At la Scala. Under Muti. At 27. With Pavarotti's blessing. And, if you're an opera singer, or a Republican (in the UK sense, not in the Huckabee sense), it pretty much comes close to being King, too.
Then they both got married.
To Wallis & Angela (the double date from hail, when you think about it).
Anyway.
Roberto Alagna is now in beautiful Valencia to appear at the Palau in Le Dernier Jour D'Un Condamné, written by his brother David Alagna (the one who did the Orphée mashup that got savagely booed in Bologna and received some nastykinZ review as well).
His lovely wife Angela Gheorghiu, as she so often does, canceled on his a$$ so there's another soprano in the cast. But there's also Erwin Schrott appearing alongside Roburto, Schrott the daddy-to-be of Pregs Trebs's baby, so that's going to be one fun production (Anna netrebko is in Valencia too, eating ginormous amounts of fish). Esp. if an emerging artist like Ervino -- who could totally ride his supasta girlfriend's coattails to some serious level of fame in these next few years if he's smart and he may very well be -- studies Alagna up close. As a cautionary tale.
A post where the most elegant man of the XX century appears (the Duke of Windsor, not RA) can only end on a high fashion note: enjoy a close up of Alagna's interesting leather/herringbone overcoat.
