Here is my unprofessional, unknowledgeable review of how Il Volo works:
(Don’t look Myron!)First, Gianluca opens a song, any song, and lulls you in with his beautiful baritone. That old, smooth, romantic soul sets you up to grab the nearest person and kiss them on the neck (if you live alone a kiss on your dogs nose kinda works). By-the-way, He’s the best singer of the three.
Now, here comes Piero. Even this novice can hear those open vowels and those long notes that come out of that young man. I am in awe! You have to just freeze in place to assure yourself that you won’t miss a single one of those incredible vowels! By-the-way, He’s the best singer of the three.
Then BOOM Ignazio! That high energy, edgy tenor pops in as a surprise and not only raises the pitch, but pulls you right off the ground! Heart pounding! And Jeanine, his grunts and growls are back! Boy is going all jazzy lately too. By-the-way, He is…well…you know.
Then all three come together and OMG it’s life changing! (Can you see how slyly they brought you to this point?) Personally, it takes me to a place where I don’t know if I can take anymore, but wouldn’t stop listening if my heart burst or my ears fell off! I just figure that it’s as close to heaven as some of us are gonna get. By-the-way, They are the best Cantanti in the world!
I may not be able to fold a fitted sheet after all these years of trying or pull out just one baggie from the box without stuffing three back in, and I sure don’t know music like Myron, but I know what I like… THESE GUYS!!
(Myron, I told you not to look and stop rolling your eyes!)
