| | Alright soppy old Lanza codgers. I now have had my first "Mario experience" and it is time to report back!
I'd intended to buy Encore, as per Derek's suggestion above, but it was out of stock, so based upon the effusive reviews on Amazon (Mr McGovern, again...), ordered Mario! Lanza At His Best.
And....
My CD arrived in the mail a week ago now. On my fourth or fifth hearing, I am now an unashamed CONVERT! I Am listening, right now, to Comme facette mammete? My heart is leaping and I can feel the towering, giddying delight breathing life into me with every beat. It is sensational. I find myself smiling without care, carried away and ready to sing along although the world is only inside my headphones, and the rest of Spain is already sleeping. Fantastic.
I have the feeling that a whole new world is opening up, and I am very aware of Peter Cresswell's recent article, and in "YES, YES, YES" agreement. I was a music addict until 4 or 5 years ago, when, quite simply, I became bored (or at times irritated) with every rock group that I had loved since my teens. I can still enjoy the odd Cold Play, REM, Garbage track, but WHY? There is so much more, and I realise that growth and maturity left my music tastes behind.
A part of me that had died has just come back to life.
Thanks, you romantic old bastards!
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