Welcome to Birthday Thursdays here in The Rhythm Section. Each week I will feature someone from the world of music whose birthday falls on that day. There won’t be any chit chat from me, no facts and figures – just some great tunes (and an occasional surprise). Check it out right here every Thursday and enjoy the music.
Happy Birthday to Luciano Pavarotti
Born October 12, 1935 in Modena, Italy
The Elephant's Trunk 
That voice!!!
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Now this is a great way to start the day!
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A little dose of the maestro every day is just what the dottore ordered!
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Perfect choice for my mood today! Put on the costume, and the face in white powder…. bring in the clouds. 🥰
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Good morning, sis.
I got you. 🤍🖤
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André and his foofoo dressed women, but golly those two sure can sing. Sweet! This guy is on telly 24/7 during Christmas week, and it makes me yearn for Blur or Gorillaz. 😂
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Small doses of André are recommended. 😂
I thought those two were bitchin’!
Nothing says Christmas like Blur or Gorillaz 🤣
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Small doses and earplugs. Blur, yes, very ho-ho-ho 😂
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Perfetto! And you started with my favorite part from
Pagliachi … what more can I ask?
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Yes! It isn’t always necessary to save the best till last. Today I chose to have dessert first! This is also my favorite aria from the opera (and by far the most popular).
Good Morning, Nick. Glad you enjoyed this one!
Here is a literal translation for anyone who wants to follow along:
Recite!
Recitar!
While gripped by delirium,
Mentre preso dal delirio,
I don’t know what I’m saying anymore,
Non so più quel che dico,
And what I do!
E quel che faccio!
Yet it is necessary, make an effort!
Eppur è d’uopo, sforzati!
Bah!
Bah!
are you perhaps a man!
sei tu forse un uom!
You are Clown!
Tu se’ Pagliaccio!
Wear the costume,
Vesti la giubba,
And the face becomes floury
E la faccia infarina
People pay, and riders want here.
La gente paga, e rider vuole qua.
And if Arlecchin steals Columbine from you,
E se Arlecchin t’invola Colombina,
Laugh, Clown, and everyone will applaud!
Ridi, Pagliaccio, e ognun applaudirà!
It turns the spasm and the crying into jokes;
Tramuta in lazzi lo spasmo ed il pianto;
In a grimace the hiccups the pain, Ah!
In una smorfia il singhiozzo il dolor, Ah!
Laugh, Clown,
Ridi, Pagliaccio,
On your broken love!
Sul tuo amore infranto!
Laugh at the pain that poisons your heart!
Ridi del duol che t’avvelena il cor!
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Grande! Buongiorno, Nancy.
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