The world has woken up to a sad day today, at least I have. I was late, got into the car, put my car radio on and just couldn't believe what I was listening to.... passed away at his Modena home early this morning, he will be remembered for a giant of opera. That could only mean one thing... Pavarotti... dead? This man larger than life who sealed my love for opera? I remember, I had this CD, where there was a certain Turiddu.... sung by this powerful voice full of anxious passion, I just got hooked on it, it was a Luciano Pavarotti in his earliest days, even then one tenor who could touch all the high C's so effortlessly. Sometimes tenors have a funny way of preparing themselves for high notes, they grunt in anticipation. Not this one, the big giant could just hit the note and keep it, totally in tune. Amazing. For so much time, this man for me was opera himself. Standing at a heavy weight, nobody cared he was obese, we all cared about his passion which oozed out of every note.
It makes me sad to see that such a big man, with an even bigger personality has had to endure the circle of life too. Life doesn't care that it's an opera singer like that, life and death don't do priviledges. So here I am raising the black flag in my heart.... addio Luciano.
It makes me sad to see that such a big man, with an even bigger personality has had to endure the circle of life too. Life doesn't care that it's an opera singer like that, life and death don't do priviledges. So here I am raising the black flag in my heart.... addio Luciano.
