My arm hurts. It must be from patting myself on the back for finding these wonderful women.
I feel very honored to be able to share my thoughts and feelings about Il Volo… As many of you know Il Volo is my favorite subject and I seem to go on and on about them when talking with family, friends and even strangers… Being able to post a story now and then will take the pressure off of the people around me who give me that plastic smile and roll their eyes at me… I know what they are thinking!!! There is something really wrong with Jeannette, I think we need to call the men in white coats to come get her… Here everyone feels as I do… The day is not filled with sunshine unless we hear a tidbit about Il Volo, watch a video or play their songs over and over …So thank you all for giving me the opportunity to share my love of Il Volo with all of you…
Sometimes Sugar, Sometimes Salt ~ From Kitty:
This title may seem strange, but I’ve chosen to use it because to me, it encompasses all aspects of this journey we call “LIFE”. The sweet things make us feel all warm, fuzzy, and content; but the salty, well, too much of this can be not only distasteful, but down right damaging. That being said, recently we’ve heard some uncharacteristic thoughts of disappointment from someone we love dearly. Unexpected; totally, but at the same time, honest, vulnerable and open. My initial reaction, of course, was one of empathy, but then I felt honored that he apparently felt close enough to us, the ILVOLOVERS, to be able to voice his understandable feelings of hurt. Despite what we see and love on stage, he is no different than anyone else. He is human, and as such not immune to these experiences. “LIFE”, in my opinion, is evaluating and putting into perspective, all the many boosts and/or bumps out there before us. We know they will be there, and we have to choose whether they go into the keepsake drawer or the trash. Is this something I will charish, or something I will hold on to that is neither uplifting or beneficial for how I want my life to be defined? Once that decision is made, smile and go on. For me, I have become aware that the salty (unpleasant occurances) that we may encounter begin to loose their bitterness when infused with just a bit of sugar, (sweetness, and love). “Just a spoonful ” says Julie. So, Ignazio, once again I offer you love from MY heart, and from the hearts of so many, many, unseen IL VOLOVERS around the world.
No matter, His whys or His reasons,
He’s brought you so quickly to fame,
Which has to say that it’s urgent,
And for us, it’s not hard to explain.So…
No matter, the song you’ll be choosing,
No matter, the beat or refrain,
With your smile,you’ll bring light to the darkness,
And place joy into hearts filled with pain.
No matter,the size of your venue,
You’ll never hold back what you feel,
Fore the passion you hold for the music,
Is not only strong, it is real.
No matter, the place or the language,
The message you’ll always proclaim,
Is that music can cross any border,
Where a piece of your heart will remain.
So, no matter how far you will travel,
Be it cars, or buses or planes, please,
Know that our prayers will stay with you,
Till you’re back with your loved ones again.
This is a slightly altered version of a poem that I sent to Ignazio on his Birthday in Oct. Don’t think he would mind sharing it here. I’ve added a verse, and changed the tense, but otherwise it’s the same. Seems appropriate as another reminder for him, especially in view of his earlier comments. I wanted him to remember that he is always special and deeply loved here, and that that same love, placed firmly in his heart, will never need dusting!