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Sunday, February 28. 2016

Farfallone amoroso

Non piu andrai,  Marriage of Figaro. Translated lyrics here. Mozart was pretty good, ya know.


He is mocking Cherubino the way guys always mock other guys: as a weeny skirt-chaser pussy, a narcissist pretty boy - not a tough warrior. In humor. No Safe Space.


My Dad said he used to sing this aria to himself the two times he was called up to the US Army (WW 2 and Korea). Learned to hate war. Was he a farfallone amoroso in youth? I do not know but I do know that he was always enchanted by pretty females and that they liked him too. In truth, Dad was an impressive specimen physically and mentally and he loved grand opera. (Subtitles here are Spanish)


Are gals best off finding a fellow with military service? Sure can make a case for it.

Posted by Bird Dog in Music at 16:05 | Comment (1) | Trackbacks (0)

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My dad was a Mozart nut and Non piu andrai was his favourite.

My mother told me that he used to soothe me when ill or put me to sleep while pacing, carrying me and singing, humming or whistling Non piu andrai.

As a result I use it to keep myself calm. It's my safe song.

Along with Chet Atkins version of Yellow Bird. Sorry dad, but Chet was damn good too.
#1 Fred Z on 2016-02-29 00:45 (Reply)

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