My Ideal Mate. A tribute to Brilliant Italian Baritone, Daniele Antonangeli. Putting "Dishiness" into Opera.
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The perfect man. Daniele Antonangeli. Marry me. Or at least sing for me please.
Daniele Antonangeli. When beautiful music finds a beautiful performer.
Daniele Antonangeli sings Mozart.
Daniele Antonangeli. Listen to the music and drown in his eyes.
Proof of a Creator with taste. Daniele Antonangeli.
The perfect man. Daniele Antonangeli. Marry me. Or at least sing for me please.
It is not every day that one comes across a human being who can cut across thousands of years debate about the existence of God, by proving by their very being that there must be a Creator; and that the Divine Architect must have exquisite taste as well.
Such a one it was my good fortune recently to come across on You Tube.
I was looking for a version of the brilliant aria "Non piĆ¹ Andrai Farfallone Amoroso" from the sublime opera "The Marriage of Figaro" by Mozart.
By a fortunate chance I happened on a version sung by the young Italian baritone Daniele Antonangeli.
The combination of the beautiful music of the divine Austrian maestro, and the incomparable good looks of the singer left me in an exquisite agonizing ecstasy of lust and musical appreciation.
This is the man I want to marry. If it were physically possible I would bear thousands of his babies.
Daniele Antonangeli in performance.
Daniele Antonangeli. When beautiful music finds a beautiful performer.
There is very little information available about him on the internet. He does not seem to have a Wikipedia entry.
What I do know about him is that he is studying in Italy, and that he has performed before His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI.
What is unmistakeable about him is that he renders Mozart's music brilliantly. Every nuance of the aria is perfectly brought out. The expressiveness in his beautiful eyes as he sings his heart out shows, not only that he has a great feel for the music, but that he is probably a really nice and fun person to know.
It is good that classical music has found such an undoubtedly "dishy" performer, and when the divine good looks of the singer are allied with the timeless beauty of the music of Mozart, no better combination can be found.
On that note. I would like to wish Daniele Antonangeli the very best in what I should imagine will be a brilliant musical career, one that will last long after his fabled looks start to fade, (although I feel sure that will not be for many years yet).
Should he ever be in The United Kingdom, and be really in need of somewhere to stay, he is welcome around mine. I will only ask him to sing, unless he has other ideas; in which case no obstacles will be put in his way.