Hello folks,
I need to think this out loud.."I react to singers strictly on the
basis of how their performance moves me emotionally. I do not dissect
their singing..etc."
I don't recall the very first time I heard Lanza sing,and of course I
don't recall what Lanza song was the first I heard.We are talking some
50+ years ago.But, in trying to reach back over half a century, I
recall falling in love with Mario's "voice".
I perceived this "voice" as the most beautiful male singing voice, I
had ever heard.
On hearing his voice coming from the living room of our house,when my
Dad played his music, I soon became enamoured.
Finally around the time I was 12 or so, I would actually begin to play
Mario's music on my own.
Oh, how I remember the thrill of hearing Song Of India, for the first
time. The man's resonant,clearly heard,golden singing voice,with words
that wrapped about my brain, allowing my imagination to paint, or
picture each "scene" of Mario's words.
I pictured the snow topped Himalayas,the Ganges shining in the
moonlight while silently moving.
Now his voice sings out with power and beauty "THEN I hear the song
that only India can sing"..the power of his voice takes me to another
place..more pictures appear vividly..
I am standing atop a minaret,and see in the distance,across the
dessert sand (the heat shimmering in waves..I see it,and feel it. ..a
Maharajah's caravan..small in a single file,camels and their
riders..Then his voice even stronger and more beautiful. invokes the
scene as he sings "SEE them on PARADE across the AGES, Armies,Kings
and slaves from histories pages." this phrase,this sound,the strength
to the words,all come together and give me goosebumps..
A flashback and seeing history's pages over this land..Armies,Kings,
and slaves..its like a wide screen technicolor movie from the early
fifties,colours rich and bright,and these figures dressed in finery..
Then into the streets, busy with beggars wrapped in turbans,and the
holy men quietly in prayer..
"A lonely plane flies off to meet the dawn"..yes I pictured that so
easily ..a plane like the old TCA passenger two prop. we flew in 1951
from Winnipeg to Toronto..with wing tip lights, flashing against the
dark of the sky,and I see the plane slowly taxi and then lift off..and
in the distant horizon the sun is slowly lighting the sky..
But down,below on the ground in the early morning,women dressed in
brightly coloured saris crowd the old bazaars..
All these pictures, like a mosaic,of a mysterious country,come to life
in the mind of a very young man...
INDIA,the jewel of the East....another goosebump phrase,and the end of
the song..this piece of music so exciting,so strong,so tender..Mario
allowed me to paint these pictures,while his voice acted as the
guide,the instructor,the canvas itself.
This is how I felt, and interpretted this wonderful song as a very
young person. I wasn't sitting listening and waiting to be emoted..No,
I listened,and heard the clearly sung words,and heard the perfect
intonations on words sung strongly,or quietly. So, I would say, I was
in fact dissecting this song. I was getting goosebumps at certain
wonderful notes.I listened to each word,carefully.I listened like a
new student,to each and every note.
I was in fact learning how to really listen to a voice. Mario taught
me this procedure,many years ago. It just happens that this particular
song has always been one of my favourite Lanza songs.
But, I have done this same type of dissecting on likely every Mario
song, or aria, I have ever listend too.
There are a number, where I heard terrible notes,straining,sharpness,
or simply below par singing. So what. Mario had bad days,like all we
mortals.
By "dissecting" his music, and discussing the same, I would say the
bulk of his music legacy gives us great satisfaction and more.
My point is, as a very young man, Mario himself turned me into a
person, who tries to be discerning with singing voices. Well,that
discernment applies to Mario, as well as any other singer, I chose to
listen to.
Mario, gave me the yardstick, by which I measure all male singers.
I do not have the music background to tell you one note from
another,but I have good ears,and I believe I am a good judge of
voices. (as subjective as that may be). Certainly singers strike a
persons emotions, but there is much more to the art of singing than an
emotional impact.
Derek, provides in this forum, a place, where many people, from many
differant professions, and backgrounds can hold fair,reasonable,and
knowledgable discussions. I learn here,simple as that.
If that means we must look at notes,phrasing, or any other
criteria,that does not mean we are not fans.
Quite the contrary in my opinion.We are better fans than most,since we
take the time to really look and listen.
Cheers
Gary