Andrea, me … and all these folks:
We were eagerly anticipating. And the Bocelli smile didn’t disappoint. Still, the music was a mixed bag for me.
Andrea’s voice was so pure. His words often hung in the air … My mouth dropped open and my hands found each other.
Most of the pieces were operatic. The melodies didn’t move me and I didn’t understand the languages sung. My hero never sang in English. And so my experience wasn’t as deep as I’d hoped (until the last song!)
I yearned for the stories shining from the music, ones that will touch us human beings. I yearned for the melodies that would sweep me up in their grandeur. And I still loved the man and his voice.
A young woman in a sparkling red dress played passionate violin. Her body swayed. She rose up as the notes soared. And she smiled in the playing! Sometimes she smiled at the conductor – so full of joy. And sometimes she seemed to be smiling at her violin. They were companions on the journey.
I can’t remember her name. But maybe Google can tell me. I’ll search for “Andrea Bocelli World Tour”.
I found her! Rusanda Panfili. Magnifique.
Towards the end, Andrea spoke to us in English. He thanked us all for our “affection”. And I really got that he meant each and every one of us 12,000 music lovers. He also said that it is hard to sing, given “these difficult times”, which I took to be a reference to the tragic war that erupted a few days ago.
And then that beloved last song – Nessun Dorma. The melody is divine. It overwhelmed the fact that I didn’t know the words.
I was in awe as Andrea held the last high note for an eternity.
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Here is Nessun Dorma at another concert. The setting is very similar to last night … orchestra and choir loving the man.
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