Alex Ross today:
The finest singers not only hit the notes but erase the difference between notes and words. Singing is most thrilling when it becomes a kind of heightened talking. That’s what happens in Pavarotti’s “Che gelida manina” or “E lucevan le stelle” or “Una furtiva lagrima”: the beauty of the sound envelops you, but you’re not conscious of the artifice of art. It’s as if someone were making conversation in a dialect of dreams.
Bravo, Luciano.
