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Posted by: Sophia on 2007-09-06
And I was just reading about him last night. What a loss.
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Posted by: Sophia on 2007-09-06
There's a lot to be said about opera.
Picture it, Sicily, 1940, a young child of 4, sitting on her grandmother's bed listening to Enzo Caruso on an RCA Victrola. It was a little scratchy of course, but the music wove a spell and remained a part of who she was. Who was this little girl you ask? This little girl was me. I often wondered why the music was always turned up so loud, until one day when I looked out the window and realized it was to cover up the sounds made by the mafia hit men down the street, but that's another story.
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RIP Maestro. Centuries from now they will still be singing the praises of this man
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