Showing posts with label Pavarotti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pavarotti. Show all posts
Saturday, October 15, 2022
Saturday, September 10, 2022
Saturday Night Music – Luciano Pavarotti
Luciano Pavarotti (12 October 1935 – 6 September 2007)
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Friday, October 12, 2018
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Saturday, May 26, 2018
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Saturday Night Music
Composer: Verdi, Giuseppe
Libretto/Text Author: Piave, Francesco Maria
Libretto Source: Hugo, Victor
Conductor: Chailly, Riccardo
Orchestra: Vienna Philharmonic
Orchestra Chorus: Vienna State Opera Chorus
Chorus Master: Balatsch, Norbert
Borsa: Corazza, Remi
Ceprano: Bracht, Roland
Countess Ceprano: Kuhlmann, Kathleen
Duke of Mantua: Pavarotti, Luciano
Gilda: Gruberova, Edita
Giovanna: Barbieri, Fedora
Maddalena: Vergara, Victoria
Marullo: Otey, Louis
Marullo: Weikl, Bernd
Monterone: Wixell,Ingvar
Rigoletto: Wixell,Ingvar
Sparafucile: Furlanetto, Ferruccio
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Opera,
Pavarotti,
Rigoletto,
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Wednesday, September 06, 2017
Wednesday, March 01, 2017
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Merry Christmas! :)
Yes, I am agnostic.
But as you see my family and I do love to celebrate Christmas our way - joyful and without any hectic.
Indeed, when thinking of you having such wonderful days as we are allowed to live I do feel happy for you. :)
Thus:
Merry Christmas to you and the yours!
And what would Christmas be without wonderful music.
As most of you would not understand the original German version by Josef Mohr (1816) I thought you might like to listen "Silent Night" in Gaelic. :)
And as it was not on his list, the following song I dedicate to a very special Yorkshireman living in Russia:
May you decide, which version you like best. Here's to you, James! :)
The "Ave Maria" by Mario Lanza, (in the film "The Great Caruso), by Luciano Pavarotti, (Christmas 1975 in Notre Dame) and by Sarah Brightman.
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Thursday, September 06, 2007
Una (non) furtiva lacrima
Once upon a time, after reading or telling a (bedtime) story, on the children’s demand intoning with my deepest voice “the song”, there would quite frequently a caring voice been chirping, “Sean, why wouldn’t you try it in a friendly manner first?”
”But the children love it”, I’d say, vehemently nodding and rolling my eyes at my audience who would immediately tell the chirping voice what they had learnt by heart: “Pavarotti would give up his career, if only once he could listen Daddy singing.”
Anyway, despite the enormous popularity that I achieved with “What shall we do with the drunken sailor”, this chirped question was – there can’t be any doubt – the main reason that I lost the little interest in the opera that had been remaining.
End of the antecedent.
Although not really fond of opera, it was always a pleasure for my ears to hear Luciano Pavarotti singing.
Was?
Is.
Right now I can/do listen to his voice. Nessun dorma.
And yes, although agnostic I do not deny “Una furtiva lacrima”.
”But the children love it”, I’d say, vehemently nodding and rolling my eyes at my audience who would immediately tell the chirping voice what they had learnt by heart: “Pavarotti would give up his career, if only once he could listen Daddy singing.”
Anyway, despite the enormous popularity that I achieved with “What shall we do with the drunken sailor”, this chirped question was – there can’t be any doubt – the main reason that I lost the little interest in the opera that had been remaining.
End of the antecedent.
Although not really fond of opera, it was always a pleasure for my ears to hear Luciano Pavarotti singing.
Was?
Is.
Right now I can/do listen to his voice. Nessun dorma.
And yes, although agnostic I do not deny “Una furtiva lacrima”.
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