Giacomo Puccini

The power of music, the sorcery of black dots on paper, the impossible and inextinguishable art that can disturb and inflame, even on a wet Monday morning. I’m not a fan of opera, but I’m slowly overcoming decades of prejudice against it. I cannot deny how moved I always am by the duet between Rodolfo and Mimi at the end of Act One of “La Boheme”… deeply, abjectly and shamefully stirred, again and again and again. >