The Great Luciano would have been 83 on October 12. We have another operatic birthday on October 16. I can’t do it. Just thinking about it, and what we’ve lost makes me cry. Maybe next year we can celebrate a magnificent life and our very favorite, but I can’t do it this year. It has been almost a year. I still can’t handle the sound of his voice. It will be a year, November 22. I know, it’s ironic.
I saw Pavarotti quite a few times at the Met. He was incredible.
I suspect I’m not alone in admitting I think he was best in L’elisir d’amore. I want to smile, every time I think of his performance.