SAD END for this legend. With heavy hearts, we announce the passing. When you find out who he is, you will cry

Lou Christie was one of those voices you never forget — and boy, could he hit those high notes.

If you grew up in the 1960s, chances are you remember him not just for his chart-topping falsetto, but also for being quite the heartthrob back in the day.

Born Lugee Alfredo Giovanni Sacco in Glenwillard, Pennsylvania, he got his start singing in a church choir before transforming into Lou Christie — a name that

would soon be lighting up the pop charts. His breakthrough came in 1963 with “The Gypsy Cried,” and he followed it up with “Two Faces Have I.”

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