Since I was in the womb I have loved music. I don't mean I love music in the way everyone uses the word love to express a fondness or interest in something, like saying
"OMG I sooo totally love those adorable pink shoes with the buckles!!" or
"Dude, I love that radical car with the bodaciously sweet rims!" [ /disgusting valley accent OFF ]
I mean a love that runs in every fiber in my being. One that fills me up to overflowing every time I hear a song that moves me from within, until I feel as One with the notes themselves. Yeah. That love.
The reason I say "since I was in the womb" is because during her pregnancies with both my brother and myself my mother read to us, talked to us, and yes, played music and sang to us. I'm a firm believer that it helped shape our deep connection to music. It developed and grew with us long after entering this world. I honestly cannot begin to describe just how deep and powerful an aspect of our lives music has been. You have to be one who has just such a connection to music, writing, dancing, running, or
something else that inspires, motivates, or drives you in order to truly grasp what I am saying. So, I'll move on.
My love for music has brought me a deep appreciation for many cultures, lifestyles, and traditions. Its many genres have always given me a glimpse into what others think, feel, and revere. It has been been a source of entertainment, enlightenment, release, and at times, escape. It has opened me up to new experiences and ideas.
I am thankful to those who have chosen to share their musical passion and talent with others. And it saddens me when one of them leaves this world; but I know their music, their mark, will live on in the lives of the many souls they've touched.
Whenever a long-lived, well-known famous person dies (not just in the musical world, either) many will say they were one of the great ones. A lot of times it can be out of respect more than truth; but most of the time, it's true. I mean, you don't become famous by being mediocre or complete crap at what you do, right? Still, what is considered "great" accomplishments and/or talent to one may be considered not-so-noteworthy to another. So when I pay my respects to one I have considered to be amoung the best, the Greats, I know to others it may just be another name, another death. I'm going to pay my respects anyway. To one whose music could penetrate the soul with such beauty, grace, and force that it could, and did, move many to tears.
Here's to "One of the Greats" for what his music added to the lives and souls of those who loved him and his talents - and for the impact he made in the musical world itself. Thank you, Mr. Pavarotti. May your music live on forever in the hearts and lives of those you've touched. May it also bless the angels you now keep as company...
R.I.P.
( http://www.lucianopavarotti.com/ )
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