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.
Sola perduta abbandonata from Act IV of Manon Lescaut
Giacomo Puccini Lyrics
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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…
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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…
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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…
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trilly7979
Sola, perduta, abbandonata
In landa desolata!
Orror!
Intorno a me
S'oscura il ciel...
Ahimè, son sola!
E nel profondo deserto io cado,
Strazio crudel
Ah! Solo abbandonata
Io, la deserta donna!
Ah! Non voglio morir!
No, non voglio morir!
Tutto dunque è finito.
Terra di pace me sembrava questa
Terra di pace
Me sembrava questa
Ahi! Mia beltà funesta,
Ire novelle accende
Strappar da lui mi si volea
Or tutto il mio passato
Orribile risorge,
E vivo innanzi al guardo mio si posa.
Ah! di sangue s'è macchiato.
Ah!
Tutto è finito!
Asil di pace
Ora la tomba invoco
No!
Non voglio morir...
Non voglio morir!
No, no, non voglio morir
Amore, aita!
Michael Avino
Sola, perduta, abbandonata
Alone, lost, abandoned.
in this desolate plain!
Ah, the horror of it!
Around me
the day darkens. Alas I am alone!
And in the depth of this desert I fall -
what cruel torment!
Ah! alone, abandoned,
a woman deserted!
Ah! I do not want to die,
no, I do not want to die.
So all is over.
I thought this would be a land of peace. Alas! my fatal beauty
arouses fresh troubles,
they wanted to snatch me from him.
Now all my past
rises up starkly
and stands vividly before my gaze.
Ah! It is stained with blood
Ah! All is over!
As a haven of peace
I now invoke the tomb.
No, I do not want to die,
I do not want to die,
No, no, I do not want to die: love, help me.
trilly7979
Sola, perduta, abbandonata
In landa desolata!
Orror!
Intorno a me
S'oscura il ciel...
Ahimè, son sola!
E nel profondo deserto io cado,
Strazio crudel
Ah! Solo abbandonata
Io, la deserta donna!
Ah! Non voglio morir!
No, non voglio morir!
Tutto dunque è finito.
Terra di pace me sembrava questa
Terra di pace
Me sembrava questa
Ahi! Mia beltà funesta,
Ire novelle accende
Strappar da lui mi si volea
Or tutto il mio passato
Orribile risorge,
E vivo innanzi al guardo mio si posa.
Ah! di sangue s'è macchiato.
Ah!
Tutto è finito!
Asil di pace
Ora la tomba invoco
No!
Non voglio morir...
Non voglio morir!
No, no, non voglio morir
Amore, aita!
Claire Munting
The first aria sung by Callas that I heard when I was 8. It stopped me in my tracks and at that moment I decided I wanted to become a singer. I did not understand Italian at that time but I understood the urgency of her singing, the unbelievable timing and musicality and until this day the only voice that can make me cry.
José Domingos Giffoni Rosa
Maria Callas nos oferece em plenitude todo o aspecto dramático da personagem. Desde a instigante regência de Túlio Serafim até a imensidão do talento de Callas essa gravação é um dos melhores registros dessa ária fantástica!
Callas é absoluta!
Rivka and Moshe Raz
She is a miracle. Maria callas will be eternal . I am crying when she delivers her music. Thank you guys foe the joy to hear such level of art. Thank you
Bruno Oliveira
Perfeita, Callas! Nenhuma a superou até hoje!
Bruno Almeida de Oliveira
Magistral! Interpretação definitiva! Imagina Puccini ouvindo isso?!?!?
Hydreigion
The emotion is so overwhelming in all her performances but this hits so very hard
Neldidellavittoria
I've been listening to this the whole day. Can't stop. There are many good intepretations of this aria, but MC gives it unequal tragic intensity. You can feel the despair in your bones.
Jennifer Rodgers
Agreed! Callas was born to convey emotion! I will say in compliment, that Nora Lopez's rendition is rather impressive. Hers was a truly heavy voice, and she carried it well. But Callas holds my top devotion! ❤
swarze oz
My voice teacher (MANY years ago) told me that when you saw her live, it was as if "there was a beam of light coming from her that pierced you directly into your heart." That summed things up rather nicely, I thought. There was no one like her. She was a amazing. I was in Paris just shortly after she died, and they were playing her recordings from her apartment, and the courtyard was filled with people. ALL silent. All listening and laying flowers down. It was something. She was something.