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Nelson Shanks and Luciano Pavarotti
Dear Friends,
Good
morning. I wasn’t expecting to hear a vocal recital as I approached Nelson
Shanks’ studio a few weeks ago. I associate the famous
You
faithful readers know that I’ve been writing a series of columns about Luciano
Pavarotti as seen through the eyes of
M.B. and I met the famous tenor twice. I was always fascinated by the difference between Pavarotti’s speaking and singing voice. You’d think that the sounds would be identical, but they aren’t always. Isn’t it strange how the brain works? I remember my mother’s sister who had a terrible stammer…but it disappeared when she sang.
I shouldn’t have been surprised when
Nelson’s
daughter, Annalisa, met me at the studio. They were listening to a recording of
soprano Renee Flemming performing at the
The studio
was filled with portraits. Two particularly caught my eye. They were King Michael of
But I was most interested in the Pavarotti connection. I’ve seen pictures of one of the Pavarotti portraits. The tenor wore red T-shirts for his sittings. “Shouldn’t we use a cape,” Nelson asked Pavarotti?
“No,” Pavarotti replied. “A T-shirt is what I wear.”
Nelson
often visited Pavarotti at his Central Park South apartment in
Nelson talked about Pavarotti’s warmth and gregarious manner. Nelson laughed about Pavarotti once having dinner with Princess Diana. Sitting by her side, he noticed that she hadn’t finished her meal…so Luciano helped the food disappear.
Nelson’s wife, Leona, told me that Pavarotti was so gracious. “He never took his success for granted,” she said. “Once, after a performance, there were 100 people waiting for him at his dressing room door,” Leona added. “He greeted every person.”
Nelson
shared an amusing moment where there was a Pavarotti gathering at the Four
Seasons Hotel in
Pavarotti
and Shanks had wonderful moments together. On one occasion, the tenor called
Shanks and said, “We fly to
“I can’t,” Nelson replied. “I have a full schedule. I can’t just leave for ten days.”
“No is not good enough,” Pavarotti answered. “You must come with me.”
“I have a life [too],” Nelson pleaded, “I can’t go.”
“Yes, we’re going,” Pavarotti demanded.
I learned
quickly that Nelson is a world traveler. In 2005, he exhibited at the Castello
di Sarzana in
Shanks must
be
His daughter, Annalisa is a budding pianist and at 14, plays beautifully. I sat by her side, turning pages for her as she rattled off an intricate J. S. Bach selection, followed by Mozart’s Fantasia in D minor. The pages were a sea of black notes which absolutely frightened me.
But fright is all in a day’s work, and my visit with Nelson Shanks was a delight.
Sincerely,
Charles Meredith