Today happens to be Luciano Pavarotti's birthday.
When I was 17, I fancied myself to be the "next Pavarotti" - but I thought he'd be dead by now...
he is certainly the world's most celebrated male opera singer, probably of all time. He is now an icon. He doesn't appear in a whole season's productions anymore, but rather, sings concerts and holds audience on a more minited basis. He turns 71 today, and his voice is characteristic of what tenors "should sound like". He's lauded in equal parts for his power and his interptretation.
Anyway, at the time, I was so convinced that this was the way I was going to go, that I made my parents replace my fillings to the new (then) white ones, and then at 18, I got braces.
I was singing in the local Opera company chorus in my senior year of high school, and I was studying with a couple of people whom I have mentioned here before. I thought I had the world by the tail then.
Anyway, I came to my senses, and headed off in the direction of being a school teacher. Didn't end up there either though.
So here I am.
The quote of the day: "Dude, the hatch, blew off... your... underwear..."
I hate when that happens.