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Thursday, September 06, 2007
Pavarobotti lives on
Pavarotti was a great tenor but Pavarobotti is a pretty cool singing robot who serenaded us in graduate school. I remember Dr. Titze singing a duet with him and Pavarobotti singing The Wind Beneath My Wings way better than Bette Midler ever did. Okay, I lie but his range was unbelievable. At the low end it sounded a lot like a low-pitched cracking fireplace rather than phonation. Whatever. But he did wave a hankie up and down.
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