Tuesday, January 29, 2008

fucking euphoric

Imagine, it's about 1901 or so. Guiseppe Verdi has died (he was oddly born a french citizen, due to the fact that he was from a town in northern italy that happened to belong to Napoleon's New Empire at the time). Being proudly nationalistic, he helped greatly and supported extensively the great national movement to repatriate all of Italy led by Garibaldi) His body is being moved from its original cemetary to the one located on the grounds of the beatiful home for retired musicians that he founded with all his money. As his coffin was being transported, thousands upon thousands of people came to watch him be placed next to his beloved at this cemetary.

They spontaneously began to sing the March of the Hebrew Slaves from Verdi's Nabucco. When I've finally achieved my dream and am living in Firenze (Florence, y'all), this choral masterpiece will be my alarm clock. I want it to be the first thing I hear every day.

All must listen.

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