Penso che una vita per la musica sia una vita spesa bene ed e a questo che mi sono dedicato.



I choose to show this clip because (other than that I love it) it shows his sweet relationship to best friend and compatriot Dame Joan. When she retired, he flat out refused to accept it. You can see there how much they adore each other as artists.
(edit: I should mention the incredibly handsome man conducting is Joan's husband. Lucky girl.)

I always felt personally close to Pavarotti, because my mother would tell me the story, from a young age, of when I was very little, and we happened to dine at the same restaurant. He was with a much younger woman, of course. And it was always in the back of my mind whenever I saw him, whenever like millions of others I was touched and moved by his sounds, that I once enjoyed a relaxed atmosphere with him, and ate the same food. Trivial, yes, silly, insignificant, of course. But it always made me happy to think about, and gave me a fraternal feeling about him. Through my mother's story, he is tied into the memory of my childhood.

Dear Luciano Pavarotti,
I like that you were here. Thank you.

I know it happened on Monday.. but I have been having a really crazy time of it, and I just wanted to state for the record that the world has lost someone very special - someome the world really needed. Someone pretty fucking cool.

Count? I'm sorry I spend so much time badmouthing your ancestor, but you have to admit he was kind of a prick. You, however, seemed really neat, and I would have liked to have known you. Have fun partying with all the crazy Romans in the great orgy in the sky.
Love,
Lawrence

I had a really shit day of scrubbing stairways, getting lost, and being spoken to condescendingly about opera, and an exciting, enjoyable night of watching music videos on the big screen and drinking hot schocolate with Kitten and Davina. I feel uncertain about mostly everything. But I think I'm going to be all right. I'll try to write a more detailed entry on the morn.