"Softly, deftly music shall caress you...
Hear it, feel it secretly possess you... " Music of the Night/Phantom of the Opera). Ahhh, yes.
I first heard Luciano Pavarotti at the San Francisco Opera in November of 1977. Singing the role of The Unknown Prince in Turendot. He was at his prime and I was enchanted.
The greats of my generation are taking their leave now. Beverly Sills recently, now Pavarotti. My heart aches.
It brought to mind this morning, a beautiful one, as I strolled with large dog, what a beautiful world it would be if we poured the kazillions that are spent on political campaigns into the arts. Imagine!
I cannot sing. My voice is nasal and my dogs have always covered their ears with their paws whenever I've attempted a warble. But I can appreciate. And treasure the ability to listen. I have an autographed copy of "Bubbles" which I consider one of my most prized possessions.
All, however, is not lost. Every once in awhile someone who can sing comes along. Someone who idolized a Pavarotti and copied his every nuance in teaching himself. Paul Potts comes to mind. The young man who was "discovered" on Britain's Got Talent.
Rest in peace Luciano. You've done wondrous work while here. It's now time for the new generation to fill the void..."Open up your mind let your fantasies unwind..."