What I remember and admire most about Lanza's voice was its lyric versatility and the voluminous and exquisitely clear and breathtaking "ring" (bell-like) to his high notes as well as the soothing and mature mellowness to his lower register. The so-called "ring" to Mario's voice was particularly captivating and his ability to catapult (if you will) the sheer brilliance of his voice to the far reaches of any auditorium was uncanny. While listening to him (in the flesh), I certainly relished the warm sound as it was being produced but I was always more enraptured by his high notes and the residual or "lingering" of his sounds which seemed to stand still (in time) as they permeated the expanses of an auditorium, after sound production itself had ceased. This lingering effect was not a result of "echoing" per se but was in effect a suspension of the long-lived or lingering reverberations which muscially described the "bigness" of his voice, even as it was subsiding.
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E lucevan le stelle O dolci baci, o languide carezze, |
And the stars twinkled Oh sweet kisses, oh yearning embraces, |
I think the three high notes that always 'grabbed' me were: the last 'crazed' high note at the end of Dio ti Giocondi (vil cortigia...NAAAA); the extended 'e' vowel "for-E-ver" at the end of the RCA Lord's Prayer and, the final note at the end of Some Day (of a ..KING!)
Honourable mentions ;-) to the extended high A at the end of the 1949 Lolita and the E-flat close of the Toselli Serenade.
One must not confuse technique with the ability to sing high notes. Furthemore, the larger the voice the more difficulty one will have hitting a high C consistently well. Corelli, whose technique was far from perfect, is an exception since he worked fanatically on his high C for 6 years before mastering it, but even he transposed everything down by a tone in live performances.
Pavarotti, Gedda and similar pure lyric tenors were known as high C specialists but their voice size was less than half that of Lanza.
Lanza was not only secure but effortless when it came to his high register. You don’t sing Che Gelida Manina in key if you are uncertain (Ottawa 1946) or the high C in the Butterfly and Boheme duets ( Los Angeles 1947-48) which in both cases is optional.
But it’s often touch and go when one reaches those stratospheric heights and not all high Cs will turn out perfect no matter who sings them.
If one has any doubts about Lanza’s high C he only has to listen to the one he sings in Che Gelida Manina, both in the 1949 recording and in The Great Caruso the following year. The only word for it is stunning!
Clarification: Since Martino, on Rense’s forum, seems to have been rattled by my remark about technique versus high notes, what I meant is that the ability to sing high notes is not necessarily related to technique. Years ago I was talking to a singing teacher in Italy who told me “I’ve got all these donkeys coming to me with splendid high C s and even high Ds and nothing else, and they all want to learn how to sing!”
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I agree with Barnabas entirely. I can admire Pavarotti's vocal quality and technique , but emotionally he leaves me cold. Ditto for Caruso. After all music appeals to the emotions as well as the senses and for me I judge a piece by how well the singer connected with the piece and how the performance made me feel .
Jan
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There is a coarseness, a thickness rather than the freer and more airy sound (even if the note goes bad) of some other singers, including the big and powerful voiced tenors. I'm not sure if Mario fully learned the movement necessary to a more 'heady' register, relying primarily on his extraordinary chest voice. Wunderlich is a much different singer and voice type than was Lanza but listen to his high Cs to hear this.
Hi Lou: Pavarotti’s voice was strictly that of a lyric tenor, beautiful in quality but rather tight and lacking in roundness and far from large. His technique was such that the voice carried extremely well, but as for being “fabulously large, uncommonly large, or enormous” the critics and reviewers in question must have been listening to a different singer from the one I heard on a number of occasions, the last in 1991.
Wonderful visual treat in addition to the spectacular vocals. Today I also revisited the beautiful recording of Toselli' serenade. Listening to the way Mario tosses off the final "mai piu" brings to mind the concept of "northern lights in a throat." The final note explodes and rings in a spectacular way..