1. it's realy sad news, a huge lost for music lovers...
    may he find his rest
  2. really sad, just found out the news a few minutes ago..
    Luciano,
    May God have you in His glory,
    Thanks for giving music to this world, and for been such a huge hero.
    you will always be remembered.


  3. I'm shocked!

    I'll play now Miss Sarjevo/One in his memory

  4. I almost fell of chair when I heard bad news 10 mins ago.



  5. that is very sad new indeed. What a loss. Rest In Peace big lad
  6. R.I.P. What a loss for the music.. I hope he'll find his rest.
  7. R.I.P.

    I was looking forward to seeing another live performance of Miss Sarajevo with him... Very sad

  8. He was the Greatest.

    Rest In Peace.
  9. R.I.P...

    Dici che il fiume
    trova la via al mare
    E come il fiume
    giungerai a me
    Oltre i confini
    e le terre assetate
    Dici che come fiume
    come fiume
    L'amore giunger
    L'amore
    E non so pi pregare
    E nell'amore non so pi sperare
    E quell'amore non so pi aspettare



  10. Originally posted by Bono“Some can sing opera, Luciano Pavarotti was an opera.

    No one could inhabit those acrobatic melodies and words like him. He lived the songs, his opera was a great mash of joy and sadness; surreal and earthy at the same time; a great volcano of a man who sang fire but spilled over with a love of life in all its complexity, a great and generous friend.

    Great, great fun, The Pavlova we used to call him. An emotional arm twister if he wanted you to do something for him he was impossible to turn down. A great flatterer.

    When he wanted U2 to write him a song he rang our housekeeper, Theresa, continually so we talked about little else in our house.

    When he wanted U2 to play his festival in Modena, he turned up in Dublin unannounced with a film crew, and door-stopped the band. His life and talent was large but his sense of service to the weak and vulnerable was larger.

    We wrote Miss Sarajevo for him. He had worked on the humanitarian crisis that was the war in Bosnia. We travelled together on a UN air force flight to Mostar... all of us earnest in hard hats, just about strapped into this industrial aircraft with the big man handing out parmigiano from Reggio Emilia, “the best cheese in the world" he kept saying… deadpan… to make us laugh.

    In Pesaro, in his summer house, he lived an almost bohemian life with a recording studio set up in an out house - but did all his vocals in his bedroom... there was a hammock hung between two marine pines for a siesta. He liked to eat, sleep and then warm up his vocals though I remember more eating than warming up. When we first recorded with him I left a stone heavier than I arrived.

    Intellectually curious, couldn’t stick to his own generation - loved new ideas, new people, new song forms.

    A sexy man whose life lit up again when he fell in love with Nicoletta and as he watched Alice play in the yard. He loved all his daughters so much.
    The sadness of losing his only boy his only silence.

    I spoke to him last week... the voice that was louder than any rock band was a whisper. Still he communicated his love. Full of love.

    That's what people don't understand about Luciano Pavarotti. Even when the voice was dimmed in power, his interpretive skills left him a giant among a few tall men.”

    Bono


    I wanted to post here this entry because Bono's words are very deep and they represents one of the best memories about Luciano Pavarotti.

    Personally I can only hope he will rest in peace, because I don't have words good enough to exalt his memory as much as he deserved.
    It's a sad day for Music and for Culture.

    Ciao Luciano. Grazie.
  11. his Nessun Dorma for the 1990 world cup was
    a very sad day for music.