Tag Archives: Great Artists

Concerts: Dmitry Hvorostovsky

The late Dmitri Hvorostovsky emerged on the Folly Theatre stage in a white tuxedo with padded shoulders, his mane of prematurely white hair even more stark.

And he sang his first note of “Amarilli.”  And the vibrations from that voice reached the top row of the Folly where I was seated.  And I have never felt that presence from any voice, ever again.

The whole evening was a thrill.  He sang Italian arias from the beginning collection, and Russian songs by Rachmaninoff, and more, and closed with the big baritone aria from Don Carlo.

Nearly 30 years later, I still remember.  His presence was regal.  His voice, stupendous.

Concerts: Luciano Pavarotti

1989. Luciano Pavarotti in his fifth and final performance on the Harriman-Jewell Concert Series.  After he canceled the first scheduled date, and the venue was changed, I scored two of those 400 extra tickets. And I finally saw and heard the great man, the one time in my life I was so privileged.

He sang five encores, including “O sole mio” and “Nessun dorma.”

Social distance, day 113

For this 113th day of physical distance, a tribute to Ennio Morricone, who died today in Roma.  He was 91 years old.

I adore Cinema Paradiso, with Morricone’s perfect musical contributions to this love letter to film.

My little contribution today is the love them from that movie.

Michel Legrand

Michel Legrand, one of my favorite composers, has died.

From the New York Times article, some sage advice for all of us:

On the occasion of a 2010 concert at Olympia Hall in Paris, Mr. Legrand was asked by French radio whether any of his dreams had gone unfulfilled.

“Off the top of my head,” he said, “I regret that I didn’t learn more languages, visit certain countries and listen to music that I don’t yet know about. In other words, there’s a whole cultural process that it’s been difficult for me to undertake because I’ve written a lot, worked, traveled, played around. So I haven’t had time to read some of the extraordinary books that I still think about.”

Legrand’s comments are a reminder for the rest of my own days.