We stepped out of the car to the sounds of an Italian song blasting across the strip mall. At first, we thought it was a recording coming from a music store. Imagine our surprise when we saw a real person singing ‘live’ with his yamaha nippon gakki in front of a pastry shop, of all places.
Outside the shop were tables and chairs packed with an eager evening crowd enjoying their Sunday pastries to the man’s soulful crooning. His voice was so clear and beautiful why hasn’t a recording company scouted him yet?