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Dame Joan Sutherland dies at 83
I remember when my Mum used to listen to her Duets album with Pavarotti. A better pair of Tenor and Soprano you could not find. But don't take my word for it:
She shone as a singer unequalled. Her voice was like a bell, and soared away like a floating feather on the breeze. Nothing compared to her Casta Diva:
Mum and I just spend about half an hour listening to her together, talking about how good she was. She is the one woman that makes me wish I could sing opera. Her voice reminds me of days where Mum would crank the music and potter around in the kitchen, and I would be drawing or playing with my siblings. And always, always there would be a moment where Sutherland's voice would make me stop what I'm doing, and just gaze out the window. I had to look outside, at the trees and the sky, whatever the weather, because her voice was like a bird and upon the back of it, my mind soared into the distance out that window.
Dearest Dame Joan, I shall miss you dearly. The world has lost a jewel today, one we cannot replace. <3
I remember when my Mum used to listen to her Duets album with Pavarotti. A better pair of Tenor and Soprano you could not find. But don't take my word for it:
She shone as a singer unequalled. Her voice was like a bell, and soared away like a floating feather on the breeze. Nothing compared to her Casta Diva:
Mum and I just spend about half an hour listening to her together, talking about how good she was. She is the one woman that makes me wish I could sing opera. Her voice reminds me of days where Mum would crank the music and potter around in the kitchen, and I would be drawing or playing with my siblings. And always, always there would be a moment where Sutherland's voice would make me stop what I'm doing, and just gaze out the window. I had to look outside, at the trees and the sky, whatever the weather, because her voice was like a bird and upon the back of it, my mind soared into the distance out that window.
Dearest Dame Joan, I shall miss you dearly. The world has lost a jewel today, one we cannot replace. <3
