200 Years ago today, Giuseppe Verdi was born to become one of the greatest opera composers of all time. The first opera I ever saw live was actually his
Aida, at the Verona Arena. It was glorious. Gigantic silk elephants floating overhead, a giant flame thrower behind the stage to punctuate dramatic moments with 50 ft gouts of flame, Hui Hei singing her heart out in "O Patria Mia," it was amazing. Viva Verdi!
The Grand March, just because it's fabulous.
Since then, I've cried at
La Traviata in New Orleans and been deeply disturbed by
Rigoletto in Houston.
NPR calls Verdi operas a "vigorous soundtrack to human nature." I'd agree with that. Once again, viva Verdi!
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