Giacomo Antonio Domenico Michele Secondo Maria Puccini (December 22, 1858 –… Read Full Bio ↴Giacomo Antonio Domenico Michele Secondo Maria Puccini (December 22, 1858 – November 29, 1924) is regarded as one of the great operatic composers of the late 19th and early 20th century. Although he wrote only twelve operas, Puccini's works dominate the operatic stage, particularly in the United States, where, according to Opera America, Madama Butterfly and La Bohème are the two most frequently performed operas respectively, with Tosca being eighth and Turandot being twelfth on the same list. Known for his melodic ability, orchestra depth, and dramatism, in Italian opera, Puccini was the only true successor to Giuseppe Verdi.
Puccini was born in Lucca, Italy into a family with a long history of music. After the death of his father when he was only five years old, he was sent to study with his uncle Fortunato Magi, who considered him to be a poor and undisciplined student. Later, he took the position of church organist and choir master, but it was not until he saw a performance of Verdi's Aida that he became inspired to be an opera composer. He and a friend walked an entire 18.5 miles (30 Kilometers) to see the performance in Pisa. In 1880, Puccini travelled to the Conservatory of Music in Milan to begin his career by studying composition with Amilcare Ponchielli.
In 1880, the Messa composed at the age of 21, marked the end of Puccini's apprenticeship as a composer and the culmination of his family's long association with church music in his native Lucca. (Note: This name normally applies only to a "Gloria" mass, setting the opening two prayers of the Catholic Mass, the Kyrie and the Gloria. However, the Messa is a setting of the full Catholic Mass.) The work offers fascinating glimpses of the dramatic power that Puccini was soon to unleash on Milan's stages; the powerful arias for tenor and bass soloists are certainly more operatic in feel than is usually encountered in church music. The orchestration and the overall feeling of drama conveyed by his music establish a dialogue with Verdi's Requiem and perhaps already constitute a prediction of the future operatic career Puccini would embrace for life.
From 1880 to 1883 he studied at the Milan Conservatory under Ponchielli and Antonio Bazzini. In 1882, Puccini entered a competition for a one-act opera. Although he did not win, Le Villi was later staged in 1884 at the Teatro dal Verme; it also caught the attention of Giulio Ricordi, head of G. Ricordi & Co. music publishers, who commissioned a second opera, Edgar (1889).
From 1891 on, Puccini passed more and more of his time at Torre del Lago, in the Tuscan countryside. In this place on the border of the Massaciuccoli lake, where he passed lots of time hunting, he found refuge from the crowded city. Later he built a villa and moved there definitively in 1900. It was to remain his home and workplace until the very last years of his life. He is buried in the villa's chapel.
Puccini was born in Lucca, Italy into a family with a long history of music. After the death of his father when he was only five years old, he was sent to study with his uncle Fortunato Magi, who considered him to be a poor and undisciplined student. Later, he took the position of church organist and choir master, but it was not until he saw a performance of Verdi's Aida that he became inspired to be an opera composer. He and a friend walked an entire 18.5 miles (30 Kilometers) to see the performance in Pisa. In 1880, Puccini travelled to the Conservatory of Music in Milan to begin his career by studying composition with Amilcare Ponchielli.
In 1880, the Messa composed at the age of 21, marked the end of Puccini's apprenticeship as a composer and the culmination of his family's long association with church music in his native Lucca. (Note: This name normally applies only to a "Gloria" mass, setting the opening two prayers of the Catholic Mass, the Kyrie and the Gloria. However, the Messa is a setting of the full Catholic Mass.) The work offers fascinating glimpses of the dramatic power that Puccini was soon to unleash on Milan's stages; the powerful arias for tenor and bass soloists are certainly more operatic in feel than is usually encountered in church music. The orchestration and the overall feeling of drama conveyed by his music establish a dialogue with Verdi's Requiem and perhaps already constitute a prediction of the future operatic career Puccini would embrace for life.
From 1880 to 1883 he studied at the Milan Conservatory under Ponchielli and Antonio Bazzini. In 1882, Puccini entered a competition for a one-act opera. Although he did not win, Le Villi was later staged in 1884 at the Teatro dal Verme; it also caught the attention of Giulio Ricordi, head of G. Ricordi & Co. music publishers, who commissioned a second opera, Edgar (1889).
From 1891 on, Puccini passed more and more of his time at Torre del Lago, in the Tuscan countryside. In this place on the border of the Massaciuccoli lake, where he passed lots of time hunting, he found refuge from the crowded city. Later he built a villa and moved there definitively in 1900. It was to remain his home and workplace until the very last years of his life. He is buried in the villa's chapel.
One Fine Day From Madame Butterfly
Giacomo Puccini Lyrics
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Act II: Un bel di vedremo Un bel dì, vedremo Levarsi un fil di fumo Sull'estremo confi…
Act III: E lucevan le stelle E lucevan le stelle E olezzava la terra Stridea l'uscio dell…
Gianni Schicchi%3A O mio babbino caro O mio babbino caro Mi piace è bello, bello Vo' andare in…
Gianni Schicchi: "O mio babbino caro" O mio babbino caro, Mi piace è bello, bello; Vo'andare in Po…
Gianni Schicchi: O Mio Babbino Caro O mio babbino caro, Mi piace è bello, bello; Vo′andare in Po…
Gianni Schicchi: O mio babbino caro' O mio babbino caro Mi piace è bello, bello Vo' andare in…
La Fanciulla del West: Ch'ella mi creda Ch'ella mì creda libero e lontano Sopra una nuova via di…
La Tosca: E Lucevan Le Stelle E lucevan le stelle E olezzava la terra Stridea l'uscio dell…
Madama Butterfly Un Bel Di Vedremo Di Cataldo Massimo Anime Un Giorno Vedrai Ci sono certi gior…
Madame Butterfly: Un bel dì vedremo Un bel dì, vedremo Levarsi un fil di fumo sull′estremo Confi…
Manon Lescaut: Act 1: Donna non vidi mai Donna non vidi mai simile A questa! A dirle: io t′amo, A nuo…
Musetta's Waltz Quando me'n vo' Quando me'n vo' soletta per la via, La gente…
Nessun dorma Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o, principessa, Nella t…
Nessun dorma (Andrea Bocelli) Nessun dorma! nessun dorma! Tu pure, o, principessa, Nella t…
Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o, principessa, Nella t…
O mio babbino caro O mio babbino caro, mi piace, è bello, bello. Vo'andare in…
O mio babbino caro from "Gianni Schicchi" O mio babbino caro Mi piace è bello, bello Vo′andare in Port…
O mio babbino caro (Gianni Schicchi) O mio babbino caro, mi piace è bello, bello; vo'andare in Po…
O Mio Babbino Caro from Gianni Schicchi O mio babbino caro Mi piace è bello, bello Vo'andare in Port…
O Mio Bambino Caro O mio babbino caro Mi piace è bello, bello Vo' andare in…
One Fine Day Weeping? And why? And why? Ah, ′tis faith you are lacking He…
Puccini : O Mio Babbino Caro O mio babbino caro Mi piace è bello, bello Vo' andare in…
Quando M'en Vo Quando me'n vo' Quando me'n vo' soletta per la via, La gente…
Tosca : E lucevan le stelle E lucevan le stelle E olezzava la terra Stridea l'uscio dell…
Tosca: Act 3: E Lucevan Le Stelle E lucevan le stelle Ed olezzava la terra Stridea l′uscio del…
Tosca: E lucevan le stelle E lucevan le stelle E olezzava la terra Stridea l'uscio dell…
Tosca: Recondita armonia CAVARADOSSI (Al Sagrestano) Dammi i colori! (Il Sagrestano …
Turandor: Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o, principessa, Nella t…
Turandot: "Nessun dorma" Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma Tu pure, o, principessa Nella tua…
Turandot: Act 3: Nessun Dorma Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o, principessa Nella tu…
Turandot: Nessun dorma Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o, Principessa Nella …
Turandot: Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o, principessa, Nella t…
Un bel di bedremo Un bel dì, vedremo Levarsi un fil di fumo Sull'estremo confi…
Un bel dì vedremo Di Cataldo Massimo Anime Un Giorno Vedrai Ci sono certi gior…
Un del di vedremo Un bel dì, vedremo Levarsi un fil di fumo Sull'estremo confi…
Vissi d'arte Vissi d′arte, vissi d'amore, non feci mai male ad anima…
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Wanda Keenan
Weeping? And why? And why?
Ah, 'tis faith you are lacking
Hear me
One fine day we'll notice
A thread of smoke arising on the sea
In the far horizon
And then the ship appearing
Then the trim white vessel
Glides into the harbour
Thunders forth her cannon
See you? Now he is coming
I do not go to meet him
Not I
I stay upon the brow of the hillock
And wait there
And wait for a long time
But never weary of the long waiting
From out the crowded city
There is coming a man
A little speck in the distance
Climbing the hillock
Can you guess who it is?
And when he's reached the summit
Can you guess what he'll say?
He will call, "Butterfly" from the distance
I, without answering
Hold myself quietly concealed
A bit to tease him and a bit
So as not to die at our first meeting
And then, a little troubled
He will call, he will call
"Dear baby wife of mine,
Dear little orange blossom"
The names he used to call me when he came here
This will all come to pass as I tell you
Banish your idle fears
For he will return
Return
Gerrit Visser
One good day, we will see
Arising a strand of smoke
Over the far horizon on the sea
And then the ship appears
And then the ship is white
It enters into the port, it rumbles its salute.
Do you see it? He is coming!
I don't go down to meet him, not I.
I stay upon the edge of the hill
And I wait a long time
but I do not grow weary of the long wait.
And leaving from the crowded city,
A man, a little speck
Climbing the hill.
Who is it? Who is it?
And as he arrives
What will he say? What will he say?
He will call Butterfly from the distance
I without answering
Stay hidden
A little to tease him,
A little as to not die.
At the first meeting,
And then a little troubled
He will call, he will call
"Little one, dear wife
Blossom of orange"
The names he called me at his last coming.
(To Suzuki)
All this will happen,
I promise you this
Hold back your fears -
I with secure faith wait for him.
Roger Hunter
Beautiful and utterly heartbreaking.I thank God I can still be moved by this.
Glynis Roberts
It is sublime. Makes me cry
bassdivamtm
Yes. I long to play this aria again♡ music is life, life is music
Laura Menzies
My mum played this full blast at my grandmothers funeral as we came in to the church. It was a killer, broke mine and my brothers heart! We loved our nana and this song my mum chose for her mums funeral. ......One fine day Il find you/see you again. So pleased my mum introduced me to this music, she used to play it to me and still does given half the chance. Love you mum.
Did Ber
What does it mean " given half the chance "?!?
James Wagstaff
That’s beautiful & sad. Sending love x
Irene Winters
@Did Ber if at all possible
Irene Winters
@Did Ber Uf she can get away with it.
Did Ber
@Irene Winters thank you
Geoff M
Callas was the ultimate soprano, who thrilled audiences with her amazing voice and her powerful presence. Here she delivers the heart rendering aria, which not only touches the heart, but also the soul. The aria tugs at the emotions with Callas’s plaintive voice! Unforgettable!