What a gift you have. And are!Thoughtful, backed by facts, careful detail.....all while expressing the rage and fury so many felt, and still feel about 1/6.Many many thanks!
My grandfather lurved Pavarotti! He was more a German composer person.There was a wonderful classical station in SF for many years that played a lot of opera, plus SF Opera, and if you go to matinees, it's a good deal.Love Wagner, but weep buckets at the Ring Cycle 😶 gorgeously sung opera takes you right out of yourself.Thanks, again!My Mario Lanza intro was South Pacific.....life in the boonies 😏
What a gift you have. And are!Thoughtful, backed by facts, careful detail.....all while expressing the rage and fury so many felt, and still feel about 1/6.Many many thanks!
Really need to go to the opera now!!!!!!Lovely!What an interesting compare/contrast 😘
Beep, beep?https://youtu.be/24VmBWMkPyM
My favorites are Pavarotti, of course, and Mario Lanza.
I think their hearts were ripped out or turned black by Cthulhu, because no one ditches Prince for Michael Bolton. NO ONE.
My grandfather lurved Pavarotti! He was more a German composer person.There was a wonderful classical station in SF for many years that played a lot of opera, plus SF Opera, and if you go to matinees, it's a good deal.Love Wagner, but weep buckets at the Ring Cycle 😶 gorgeously sung opera takes you right out of yourself.Thanks, again!My Mario Lanza intro was South Pacific.....life in the boonies 😏
Is that moving up, down, or sideways on the good-music scale?
Asking for a friend
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Is he holding a Mike Pence action figue?
They said I could listen to the radio at a reasonable volume.
LOL.
Thank you Erala Contratista! I do become rather verbose when angered by idiots from The Giant Orange Fucktater cult.
Thank you and please give your uncle my very best and warm regards.
"THE JESTER OF TORTUGA".
--Michael Bolton
This just made me feel super-cozy, and now I'm off to fix my bucket list.
Also, I saw "a BRUNCH of gods", and that's what I'm saying now.
A urologist shared a floor with my dad's office. His slogan: "If you can't tinkle, call Dr. Winkle!"