It was at midnight on December 10th 1895 that Giacomo Puccini laid down his pen after finishing La Bohème, he was so moved by the death of Mimì that he wept. "Standing in the middle of the sudy," he later wrote "alone in the silence of the night, I began to weep like a child. It was as though I had seen my own child die"
From-- Puccini: The Man and His Music by William Weaver
So here we are and La Bohème has come to LA. It seems I spend too much money on going to the theatre. It's SO worth it. Here I go again... Anyone want to join me? I am going to go see it January 9th I think. I hope it's done well...
So who else around here appreciates this kind of thing?
From-- Puccini: The Man and His Music by William Weaver
So here we are and La Bohème has come to LA. It seems I spend too much money on going to the theatre. It's SO worth it. Here I go again... Anyone want to join me? I am going to go see it January 9th I think. I hope it's done well...
So who else around here appreciates this kind of thing?
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