Earlier I was listening to The Very Best of Plácido Domingo. The more observant readers of this blog may have noticed that I rather like Pláci.. As I listened, whilst pottering round, I kept catching my breath and thinking, 'That is fucking gorgeous...'. You would have thought that after 23 years of adoration, I would have lost the capacity to be surprised at how his voice affects me. The reaction is more than musical - it's physical, emotional, visceral, erotic...
So I spent the rest of the afternoon playing some of the many CDs of his that I own.
Perfection...
