Very dire
He's dead.
I heard on the radio yesterday some sort of tribute to Pavarotti, so I jumped the gun a little and assumed that he had died. But I was wrong, he was just going to die, very soon. Well, very soon came a lot sooner then I thought, and he died about an hour ago.
I know most of you could care less, but do me a favor and try to muster up all the cultural substance you bear. I'm sure if the dudes from Justice were ever killed in some freak lighting-rig accident and squished by a 30 foot cross, you'd all take it as the second coming of the messiah and eagerly await their resurrection lining the streets of Paris. But I like to give credit where credit is due, and Pavarotti was downright dope. I'm pretty sure that's the first time the words "Pavarotti" and "dope" have ever been that close to each other, unless Pavarotti was ever accused of using drugs. Maybe some sort of throat enhancing steroids, if you will.
…I digress. As the son of a baker and a tobacco factory worker, Pavarotti went on to win five Grammy's and raise over $20 million for his various charities. He was also named the United Nations Messenger for Peace by Secretary General Kofi Annan, and his 1994 album "The Three Tenors in Concert" remains the best selling classical album of all time. Not bad I'd say.
I just know there's gonna be some Pavarotti b-more remix floating around on the interbrain in the next few days. I take full credit in advance. If so, I'm packing it in and moving to Siberia…where I will blog via messenger hawk from my igloo.
I'm pretty sure everyone agrees that Frank Sinatra was a badass as well, so here is Luciano Pavarotti and Frank Sinatra doing a duet of Sinatra's "My Way"
Now soak up some culture, eat some spaghetti and listen to some Pavarotti.
Goda!