@@msblue1003 "He is not a singer. He is a miracle. There will not be another Caruso for two or three hundred years; perhaps not then." - Thomas Burke, music critic, 1905
Catarí, Catarí, Pecché me dice sti parole amare? Pecché me parle, e ò core me turmiente, Catarí? Nun te scurdá ca tàggio dato ò core, Catarí, nun te scurdá! Catarí, Catarí, Che vene a dicere Stu parlá ca me dá spaseme? Tu nun ce pienze a stu dolore mio Tu nun ce pienze, tu nun te ne cure. Core, Core 'Ngrato, T'haie pigliato à vita mia, Tutt' é passato E nun ce pienze cchiú! Catarí, Catarí, Tu nun ò saie ca 'nfino int' à na chiesa Io só trasuto e aggio priato a Dio, Catarí. E llàggio ditto pure a ò cunfessore: Í stó a suffrí pé chella llá! Stó a suffrí, stó a suffrí Nun se pó credere Stó a suffrí tutte li strazie. E ò cunfessore ch' é persona santa M'ha ditto: figlio mio, lassala stá! lassala stá! Core, Core 'Ngrato T'haie pigliato à vita mia Tutt' é passato E nun ce pienze cchiú!
Dad. Dad. You died too soon. But you gave me these memories. Of home, a tape recording, a sunny afternoon, time with you my proud Father, listening together to this very recording. Dad. I loved you then and I love you now. We will meet again and play Caruso together once more. x
Here I am, after hearing my dear Caruso sing this umpteenth times with tears pouring down my face. The man is demonic, torturing my soul whenever he pours his heart out singing. My great aunt, who survived the Triangle Shirtwaist Company fire in 1911, used to tell me how she and her fellow opera fans, she was Jewish among the Italians, would sit in the Family Circle (the cheapest seats at the Old Met) and hear the great man often. She loved him with all her heart and his voice was a balm, easing a hard life working in sweatshops. She eventually married well and had a comfortable life, dying at a ripe old age. When she found out I loved opera, in her rare visits back to New York from Cleveland, she never got tired to listen to my records of her beloved Caruso. It is a lovely bond I had with her.
Thank you very much for a beautiful peek into not only ~your family past~ but of so very many ethnic emigrants, my Italian grandparents for example,, who gave America their lives,, sadly,, for some to lose their precious lives in the tragic fire that you mentioned, your grandmother, and mine were spared such an end~!~ My grandfather was born in 1885, in Sicily and helped build the railroad(s) in New York, living in Brooklyn, N.Y. on Knickerbocker Ave. ~!~ Ciao~!~
Enrico is exciting in every second. His singing commands you to stop all activities and just listen to the divine art of singing. His voice and warm heart never dies. Caruso´s recordings is of the highest importance in musical history.
Cosa aveva nella gola quest'uomo? E' perfetto il suo timbro di voce. Meraviglioso. Possente e dolce. Ho ascoltato tanti tenori interpretare canzoni napoletane ma qui c'e' l'anima di Napoli e, non poca cosa, la pronuncia perfetta.
What a joy! To finally hear this voice is a pure pleasure beyond any expectations. I’ve read numerous reviews of his performances , I’ve heard many great musicians saying “there was no singer to be compared to him”, I’ve been listening to his old records, yet now, with most of the cracking noises eliminated, with all the available technology applied, there’s no more guessing. Suddenly it is easy to agree with all those raving opinions. If there was another tenor named “the king of high C”, if there was a singer loved for his legato, if there was a “Prince of Bel Canto”, Caruso had it all! His every note sounds as close to perfection as it is humanly possible and all that light in his singing…”Che gioia di cantare!”
OMG, that is magnificent. It's true, his sound is utterly unique -- a true spinto tenor, with a ringing, easy top, but with a dark, deep color, and an unmistakable personality and delicacy. We in the 21st century are just lucky that the recording technology of Caruso's time was able to record his voice as well as it did. (Most great women singers of his era did not fare as well, because higher voices couldn't be properly recorded back then.)
Viele große Sängerinnen hatten nicht das Glück oder 'die Weisheit' der damaligen Techniker, *sie aufzunehmen.* Das Beispiel *Tetrazzini* zeigt jedoch auch für hohe Sopranstimmen, dass es 'genau so gut ging' wie bei Caruso! Die Technik war ja *dieselbe.* Was wir heute aus den damaligen konservierten Tonrillen herausholen können, konnten viele nicht ahnen. Meiner Ansicht nach steckt noch mehr drin. Die Wiedergabetechnik ist so gewaltig verbessert worden, dass wir dem echten Klang immer näher kommen! Wer weiß schon, wie es in weiteren 50 bis 100 Jahren sein wird? Auch wenn die Klänge bei der Aufnahme stärker verzerrt (verfälscht) wurden, kann dies heute mit digitaler u.a. Technik in hohem Maße 'korrigiert' werden und wird immer besser. Ein kleiner Beitrag dazu ist in der Übertragungskette der *Wiedergabe* die Modifikation mittels eines Equalizers. Einige Beispiele wurden meinerseits des öfteren in Kommentaren angeführt. Leider werden sie oftmals zensiert. Na ja, so ist das eben heutzutage auch... damit muss leider gerechnet werden... 🤔
@@hostlangr - I wish my German was better, but I get the gist of your comment. I was actually thinking of a particular recording of Caruso and Tetrazzini (and baritone Pasquale Amato, and a mezzo whose name I can't recall) singing the last-act quartet from Rigoletto. You can really hear the timbre and interpretive inflections of the male singers, but the women's voices are not captured nearly as well.
Assolutamente inimitabile ed insuperabile.Ho ascoltato questa meravigliosa canzone da molti moderni tenori che fanno apparire una interpretazione rabbiosa. Caruso ,invece, canta la parola "ingrato" non con violenta rabbiosita', come ho sempre ascoltato, ma con una dolcezza infinita per l'amore che se ne va. La tipicita',bellezza,forza,dolcezza della sua voce, saranno' sempre irraggiungibili.
What heart and warmth. I hadn't listened to this in a while and really needed to hear it today. Thank you, Tom, for bringing us these little bits of heaven. You are appreciated.
Tenores muchos, grandes Tenores unos cuantos, Caruso sólo uno! Más de 100 años después nos cautiva con su voz, timbre, arte y canto. Les aseguro que dentro de 100 años aún lo escucharan embelesados las futuras generaciones.
Totalmente de acuerdo amigo tonisonpetit, Caruso es mi favorito, hay otros grandes también, Boerling, Gigli, Schipa, Pertile, Fleta, Kraus etc Pero CARUSO ES UNICO!!!!
When I was 15 i realy discovered Enrico Caruso in Pagliiacci recitar in 1902 piano version! Waouh !! After when I saw in a disc Shop a big box with all recordings I harass my father to buy but we pay half to half! Today I have still these recordings with some 78 sp. discs a treasure for me.
Caruso is still the greatest tenor ever. His timbre is irresistible. I love how his voice rings like a giant wave engulfing the listener, going up and resolving the phrase with such legato and breath control that it takes my breath away!
In my opinion the technical evolution was Caruso, than Del Monaco, than Corelli. I'm not saying that one is better than the others, but there is continuity in the way they sing.
It's amazing how these Recordings which are over a 100 years old have still Retained there Quality and the first LP Transfers came in 1956 when His Master's Voice under licence Reissued some of them in the Golden Treasury of Immortal Performances
La prima canzone italiana che ho sentita nella mia vità. Mi ha commossa e più di 70 anni dopo, mi fa sempre lo stesso effetto. La musica, la voce, un capolavoro !! Ne sento un pezzettino, le lacrime mi caddono.......
Anche a me fa lo stesso effetto ! Il mio, cmq, ha lo stesso di ciò che è accaduto al poeta che ha scritto il testo , e, vi garantisco, che è dura ..........
Ok, fiume di voce e non si discute....ma quell'eterna sofferenza, quella malicoonia consolatrice nella bellezza, che si respirano nel suono e nell'accento, anche a volumi sussurrati......non si perde una sola intenzione, un solo moto dell'anima di Caruso e della sua terra. Sublime.
Tan grande era su amor por la música, que aún después de una función cantaba para los que no podían entrar por falta de medios. ¡Grande entre los grandes!
For me too! The Golden Voice of The Century. He sang with such emotion and empathy and his voice range was exceptional. Caruso was not a tenor, not a baritone, not a basso; he was a singer who had the vocal characteristics of all three combined.
Aren't WE lucky this marvelous voice emerged at , more or less, when recording technology also arrived. One of the few voices to bring joy and tears to my being ♥️☘️.
Enrico Caruso; Nro. 1; hay que super valorar que cuando grabó esta maravillosa poesía no existían los efectos tecnicos de hoy. Porque su voz es limpia y natural. Quedará en la historia por siglos. El más Grande por excelencia. 🎆💥⭐🙏
My Grandfather could sing like this.. You could hear his voice for several city blocks... His voice was so powerful.. The house shook and rattled... It scared me as a kid...
Caruso, in his time, was the wealthiest performer in the world. His generosity knew no bounds either. At one performance, his backstage dresser mentioned during small talk that his son wanted to go to conservatory to become a violinist but on his salary, he could not afford it. Caruso reaching into his dress pants, pulled out a large roll of cash and started peeling off $100 bill after $100 bill saying to the man "now you can afford to send him".
è la prima volta che ascolto questa versione e vi dico che è una canzone meravigliosa, bellissima, travolgente e tanto ancora di più. poi caruso è il massimo .
I often had this thought, if God was going to destroy all living things of earth and the earth itself because of man's evil, man might ask for one more plea, for humanity's sake. After a poll of all the wise men, clergy and academics, they would send forth one man. As God starts to turn his back against the earth and gets ready for the destruction of the earth, he hears a faint but solemn voice begin to sing, it's Caruso, and it's this song. God listens and hears his humanity in the song. After hearing the song, God looks down and says to him, you have saved the world, this is your last chance.
A very perceptive 19 year old Italian posted this this comment on a Caruso Tosca recording: I've tried to listen to other tenors and THEY are really feeling the songs ..... Caruso is different, he's something special because he makes YOU feel the song.
"I've tried to listen to other tenors and THEY are really feeling the songs ..... Caruso is different, he's something special, because he makes YOU feel the song." Quote from an Italian teenager.
My dad was a great tenor and could belt these out when he was young. He died on Saturday with his favourites playing in the background. Goodbye dad, I wish I had been more appreciative of Caruso, I get it now.
The Well Digger’s Daughter is a wonderful movie and one of the highlights in the movie is Caruso singing this song! Such an unexpected treat for this Caruso lover.
I heard him on my grandpa's manually wound Victrola, and now, I have his whole collection on cd's, tenors may come, and go, but he was the TRAILBLAZER! Glory, and Blessings to him.
The power, warmth, musicality and emotion of this voice is incomparable. To me, this is the greatest voice ever recorded, male or female, in any style of music. The great, great , great Enrico Caruso. These recordings were made acoustically: with a little hammer knocking indentations in a metal disc, and yet his artistry overcomes the medium. But to hear him once, live. THANK YOU AS ALWAYS, TOM.
@alber6161: yes, it's sad that Caruso slowly is gliding into oblivion. If I ask young people here in Denmark about Caruso, they also have no clue. But there are still people searching for "Enrico Caruso" on Google. I can see that from the statistics on my Caruso website. And it is encouraging that this Caruso channel alone has been visited by more than 1.2 million. - Best, Tom
I too came here thanks to Daniel Auteil's grand work ( The Well-digger's Daugther in English) as mentioned below. The music permeated the soul of the movie and allowed me to finally discover that I loved Caruso's music...soul stirring!
@AmhranaiAlainn: fully agree with you. And you hit it right on the nail with: "But then, Bel Canto - the art of singing naturally can never go away. Why? Because nature is within us all & we identify with nature." Thanks, Tom
Let us stop this discussion. I am sure you are very educated and that I would not have a chance to make my point. This is really about Caruso singing Core 'ngrato. How do you like it?
@undalux: thanks, Ludovico. How can one heard the voice of Enrico Caruso and not be moved to tears? I create websites for companies, but sometimes I just feel like creating personal websites for things I like. And, my God, this Neapolitan genius moved me emotionally so much that I just HAD to make a website for him. All the best, Tom
Catarí, Catarí… pecché me dici sti parole amare, pecché me parle e 'o core me turmiente, Catarí? Nun te scurdà ca t'aggio dato 'o core, Catarí, nun te scurdà! Catarí, Catarí, ché vene a dicere stu parlà ca me dà spaseme? Tu nun'nce pienze a stu dulore mio, tu nun'nce pienze, tu nun te ne cure… Core, core 'ngrato, t'aie pigliato 'a vita mia, tutt'è passato e nun'nce pienze chiù. Catarí, Catarí... tu nun 'o ssaje ca fino e 'int'a na chiesa io só' trasuto e aggiu pregato a Dio, Catarí. E ll'aggio ditto pure a 'o cunfessore: "Stó' a suffrí pe' chella llá... Stó' a suffrí, stó' a suffrí nun se pò credere... stó' a suffrí tutte li strazie!" E 'o cunfessore, ch'è perzona santa, mm'ha ditto: "Figliu mio lássala stá, lássala stá!..." Core, core 'ngrato, t'aie pigliato 'a vita mia, tutt'è passato e nun'nce pienze chiù. Tutt'è passato e nun'nce pienze chiù! Catarí, Catarí… pecché me dici sti parole amare, pecché me parle e 'o core me turmiente, Catarí? Nun te scurdà ca t'aggio dato 'o core, Catarí, nun te scurdà! Catarí, Catarí, ché vene a dicere stu parlà ca me dà spaseme? Tu nun'nce pienze a stu dulore mio, tu nun'nce pienze, tu nun te ne cure… Core, core 'ngrato, t'aie pigliato 'a vita mia, tutt'è passato e nun'nce pienze chiù. Catarí, Catarí... tu nun 'o ssaje ca fino e 'int'a na chiesa io só' trasuto e aggiu pregato a Dio, Catarí. E ll'aggio ditto pure a 'o cunfessore: "Stó' a suffrí pe' chella llá... Stó' a suffrí, stó' a suffrí nun se pò credere... stó' a suffrí tutte li strazie!" E 'o cunfessore, ch'è perzona santa, mm'ha ditto: "Figliu mio lássala stá, lássala stá!..." Core, core 'ngrato, t'aie pigliato 'a vita mia, tutt'è passato e nun'nce pienze chiù. Tutt'è passato e nun'nce pienze chiù! Caterina, Caterina, why do you say those bitter words? Why do you speak and torment my heart, Caterina? Don't forget, I gave you my heart, Caterina, don't forget. Caterina, Caterina, why do you come and say those words that hurt me so much? You don't think of my pain, you don't think, you don't care. Ungrateful heart, you have stolen my life. Everything is finished and you don't care any more! Catarí', Catarí' you do not know that even in church I bring my prayers to God, Catari. And I recount my confession to the priest: "I am suffering from such a great love." I'm suffering, I'm suffering from not knowing your love, I'm suffering a sorrow that tortures my soul. And I confess, that the Holy Mother spoke to me: "My son, let it be, let it be."
Such a soothing and lovely opera voice! You may come to our home any time and sing to let your lovely manly voice echo throughout the Texas Hill Country! Ciao my friend! Lori Nevers.
This is the epitome of excellence. When one keeps in mind that many of his early recordings were literally done in a hotel room on the most rudimentary of equipment, he is absolutely the greatest tenor in history.
I love all the greats, Del Monaco, Di Stefano, Correlli, Gigli, Pavarotti, Lanza, Bjorling, Merrill, but who could truly argue that Caruso wasn't probably the best of all.
One of the most famous and glorious Neapolitan songs was actually written in America. Core 'ngrato (Ungrateful heart), also known as Catari' (after the name of the cruel lady) was written in the States one hundred years ago by Italian immigrants Salvatore Cardillo (music) and Riccardo Cordiferro (pseudonym of Alessandro Sisca, lyrics). First we'll look at the lyrics in the original Neapolitan, then I'll translate into standard Italian and then English. Finally, we'll examine a mini-mystery about Caruso's version of the words, which differs from others'. Catarí', Catarí'... pecché mm''e ddice sti pparole amare?! Pecché mme parle e 'o core mme turmiente Catarí'?! Nun te scurdá ca t'aggio dato 'o core, Catarí'... Nun te scurdá... Catarí'... Catarí', che vène a dicere stu pparlá ca mme dá spáseme? Tu nun ce pienze a stu dulore mio?! Tu nun ce pienze, tu nun te ne cure... Core, core 'ngrato... T'hê pigliato 'a vita mia! Tutto è passato... e nun ce pienze cchiù. Catarí', Catarí'... tu nun 'o ssaje ca fino e 'int'a na chiesa io só' trasuto e aggiu pregato a Dio, Catarí'... E ll'aggio ditto pure a 'o cunfessore: "Io stó' a murí pe' chella llá... Stó' a suffrí, stó' a suffrí nun se pò credere... stó' a suffrí tutte li strazie..." E 'o cunfessore, ch'è perzona santa, mm'ha ditto: "Figliu mio lássala stá, lássala stá!..." Core, core 'ngrato... T'hê pigliato 'a vita mia! Tutto è passato... e nun ce pienze cchiù. Caterina, Caterina... Perche' mi dici queste parole amare? Perche' mi parli e il cuore mi tormenti, Caterina? Non ti scordar che ti ho dato il cuore Caterina Non ti scordar. Caterina Caterina che vieni a dirmi Questo parlare che mi da' spasimi? Tu non ci pensi a questo dolore mio? Tu non ci pensi, non te ne curi. Cuore, cuore ingrato Ti sei presa la vita mia Tutto e' passato... E non ci pensi piu'. Caterina, Caterina Tu non lo sai che sono andato persino in chiesa Sono entrato e ho pregato a Dio, Caterina E l'ho detto pure al confessore, Caterina: "Sto per morire Per quella la' Sto soffrendo, Sto soffrendo che non si puo' credere Sto soffrendo ogni strazio". E il confessore che e' una persona santa m'ha detto, "Figlio mio, lasciala stare, lasciala stare". Cuore, cuore ingrato Ti sei presa la vita mia Tutto e' passato... E non ci pensi piu'. Cathy, Cathy, why are you saying these bitter words to me? Why are you speaking to me and tormenting my heart, Cathy? Don't forget that I gave you my heart Don't forget. Cathy Cathy what are you saying? This talk is torture to me. Don't you think of my pain? You don't think about it You don't care. Heart, ungrateful heart You've taken my life Everything has passed And you no longer think of it. Cathy, Cathy, You don't know that I even went to church I entered and prayed to God, Cathy And I even told the priest, Cathy: "I'm about to die for her, I'm suffering Suffering that is not to be believed I'm suffering every kind of hell And the priest, who is a holy man said: "Son, leave her alone, leave her alone." Heart, ungrateful heart You've taken my life Everything has passed And you no longer think of it. Above you have two versions of this sublime song. The first is by the famed tenor Enrico Caruso, the second by the late great Neapolitan singer Roberto Murolo. Caruso's version, which is perhaps the original, changes the second part when he is in church and doesn't mention the priest (but he does mention praying to God). No other version I have heard, including Murolo's, is like this. Further, I can't quite make out what Caruso is saying instead of the part about the priest. After some digging, I found that the lyricist Sisca was a radical socialist and deeply anti-clerical, so it is possible that this was his original version. I personally think that the version with the priest is superior- regardless of what one may think of the Catholic Church and its clergy. Oddly, Cardillo, who wrote the music, was surprised by its enormous success and called it a porcheria (junk). How little he knew. It is now in the standard repertoire of every self-respecting tenor. None of whom, to my knowledge, sing Caruso's version.
