Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Luciano Pavarotti

Luciano Pavarotti (1935—2007) was an Italian operatic lyric tenor considered one of the finest bel canto opera singers of the 20th century.He made numerous recordings of complete operas and individual arias, gaining worldwide fame for his tone, and gaining the nickname “King of the High Cs“.Pavarotti took his first steps in the world of lyric poetry as a choir singer.After working for two years as an elementary school teacher, he studied singing in his hometown with Arrigo Pola, and years later perfected his technique in Mantua with Ettore Campogalliani.Pavarotti made his debut on April 29, 1961, in the Italian city of Reggio Emilia in the role that would later make him famous: Rodolfo in Giacomo Puccini ‘s La bohème.Pavarotti’s voice and performance were very much in the powerful style of the traditional Italian tenor.His voice, at once capable of sweetness and immense volume, is considered the ideal medium for Italian opera’s celebrated bel canto works, those works calling for purity of tone and articulation even in the upper register.Pavarotti’s success was due to two fundamental elements: first of all, his extraordinarily powerful voice with its wonderfully moving timbre, and secondly, the uniqueness of his great and radiant personality.“People think I’m disciplined,” Pavarotti said.“It is not discipline. It is devotion. There is a great difference.”

More of Luciano Pavarotti’s amazing career can be found at https://www.pavarottiofficial.com/

 

 

 

 

Opera? What??

Jessye Norman

One of the highlights of any Creative venture is listening or viewing the venture in its own surroundings.

All bundled up for the Wisconsin winter, I watched my grandson shoot trap with his local club last Saturday. Visitors must wear some sort of protective sound gear, so I brought along my trusty headphones, complete with FM radio (I love mowing in the summer to classical music… no commercials …)

Digressing early I see …

So as I watched orange clays being popped by various members, I also listened to WPR Radio, which at the time was broadcasting opera from the Metropolitan Opera.

Now I imagine most of you would rather listen to Smooth Jazz or Country or something more familiar to the masses. Normally I would, too. But I hate commercials, and since this was a simple device with a simple FM connection I often turn to public radio.

Saturday the Met was rebroadcasting an Opera from 1985, Strauss’s Ariadne auf Naxos, written in 1912.

I never knew Richard Strauss wrote operas.

Again I digress.

I had happened to tap into the discussion between scenes where the announcer and other guests talk about opera, the opera itself, and the actions to come. It wasn’t the opera per se that caught my attention – it was their enthusiasm and familiarity with the craft that blew me away.

The hostess happened to be on a Face Time call with the three “nymphs” (other characters in the opera), and they all enthusiastically praised the lead diva, the late Jessye Norman, for the way she worked color into her performance.

(According to Wikipedia), The New York Times music critic Edward Rothstein described her voice as “a “grand mansion of sound”, and wrote that “it has enormous dimensions, reaching backward and upward. It opens onto unexpected vistas. It contains sunlit rooms, narrow passageways, cavernous halls.”

Whether you appreciate opera or not, look at those words describing the singer’s craft. 

The nymphs used similar language to praise their lead soloist, and I was touched by their use of the words “color” and “dimension” to describe someone’s voice.

I began listening to the opera, and when practice ended, I slid back into my Saturday routine of seeing the grandkids when possible, folding laundry, baking cookies, and getting into some form of Art.

But I think I will wander back to the Metropolitan Opera Artist’s Choice series on Saturdays. Not that I will listen long and hard – it would be more to listen to artists glow and gloat about their trade.

Something we ALL should be doing!

 

 

 

You Listened to What??

I never seem to stop amusing myself with my own actions. I always start out in one direction and wind up completely somewhere else.

I listened to an opera last Saturday as I was mowing the lawn.

It was a beautiful Saturday here in the Midwest. Sun shining, slight breeze to cool the body, lots of stay-at-home chores waiting for attention. Especially mowing the lawn.

I often listen to the radio in headphones while I mow these never-ending “yards.” It’s usually either oldies rock n’ roll or classical.

This time I chose classical.

Turning on WPR from Madison, Wisconsin, they were just starting a live broadcast from the Met in New York City of La bohème, an opera composed by Giacomo Puccini.

Now, if you know me (or took a good guess) I really enjoy upbeat classical music, along with smooth jazz, oldies rock and roll, big band, pop tunes from the 80s, and an occasional hairband like Metallica. Opera is about as popular in my repertoire as slasher movies. Like non-existent.

But it was either listen to this hoity toity singing or listen to music with a thousand commercials. So on to La Bohème I went.

You already can guess the outcome of this story. It was beautiful.

The voices, the story, everything was so much more than I was wont to believe. The opera was sung in Italian, so the announcers explained each act before it started. I had a vague notion of the story line, seeing that Nicolas Cage and Cher went to see that opera in the movie Moonstruck.

Now, I think you have to be in a certain state of mind to enjoy something not everyone appreciates. Opera is one of those niches. 

But I was a ready listener, and caught all four acts before I finished for the day. I even went inside after the first act to read the synopsis of the opera before I went to finish mowing.

Another world of Art opened to me on Saturday, one I hope to revisit again soon. We all need to give other forms of Art a chance.

After all, Richard Gere and Julia Roberts go to see Giuseppe Verdi’s opera La Traviata!  in the movie Pretty Woman