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.”
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.