I asked an opera singer, a friend of mine, who studied with the same coach as Pavarotti, what made the difference. Because there were many singers on that stage at that concert, and only one of them made my ears tremble pleasurably with their singing. Literally. He said it's a technique of tongue placement, placing it right behind the bottom teeth. It doesn't sound so romantic, telling it that way, but I assure you it's an experience I'll simply never forget, because it was unique. I'd never experienced it before, and I never have since. It's not every man who can say he can do something for a woman that is unique.

It's fair to say my favorite single piece of music is him singing Nessun Dorma. I wrote to him once, because I just had to tell him how I felt. I asked a friend to help me so I could write it in Italian. I wasn't looking to meet him or anything like that. I just wanted to tell him and share a thought or two. And he wrote me back, a very warm and friendly note. He'd written it on an old fashioned typewriter, the kind you have to bang on to get the keys to hit the ribbon, like my mom prefers. And he'd signed it personally. I still have it. Of course.

So when I read that he had died, I cried. Next, I started wanting to hear him sing once again. But I wanted to see him too. So I looked on the Internet, and I found two videos I decided I wanted to share with you, on a certain website that shall be nameless in this context, one of my favorite, Nessun Dorma, and another of him and James Brown (It's a Man's World) in a collaborative duet, Pavarotti in Italian, and Brown doing his thing. It's very special. But, then I was stopped in my tracks. My paralegal brain started working. I started thinking about copyright law.
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