Okay i’m already on the back foot because i don’t know anything about opera. but in middle school the orchestra did an arrangement of it and i got to play timpani. imagine how euphoric it felt to play timpani around the 2 minute mark onward. i’ve got chills just thinking about it [pavarotti version attached - it’s the one i know]
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
