The man consumes the art form and reconstitutes it in such an intelligible way. There standing before you is the ultimate artist of perhaps any art form. He constantly endeavors to ask the rhetorical questions and somehow manages to find an answer. We will never walk amongst a giant such as this ever again in this genre. You can build busts of Domingo and shout the vocal genius of Caruso, but all of us should bow to the complete intellectual artistry of Mr. Vickers.
Who needs an orchestra? Who needs sets and a costume? This incredibly gifted man, with no other help than the occasional remark from the piano, conjures up a whole world of hardship and loss. That anyone would even dare to try this is shocking enough. That he succeeds entirely is a miracle of great talent and hard work over years, years. Simply stunning. No wonder the audience went crazy! 👏👏👏
Wow! Am I such a big fan that my ears are decieving me? At the age of 62(?) he sounds as good as he ever did. Once I hear Vickers in anything he sets the standard for me
Vickers is the Verismo (Vero, meaning "true") Tenor. He finds the arch of truth and drives the truth into the music. At the beginning neutral talking to himself - the man drinking in sadness (the tide will turn) - the screaming at the child - the soul raised to ask turn back time - the boy's words - the dazed realization that what slipped his hand is not just a boy or a rope - his soul has gone over - his old self calls out his name - but only sorrow replies - only the shadow of his soul.
