A night to forget
I’m terribly disappointed with Pavarotti’s performance. Transposed songs, singing from a stool, talking, and wearing a flashy scarf were not exactly what I had expected to encounter. Not only did he sing from a stool, but he did it behind the piano, where he also had a glass of some unknown liquid from which he was sipping every so often, and he never ever stood up.
I had seen him before in 1995 in Colombia, long after his prime was gone, but when he was still mobile and his performance was moving.
I will pretend I was never there and rejoice on his best recordings and perfomances, long before the three tenors, long before he and his friends…