Lenny Bruce

Thank you so much! 'Bird' as 'uccello' is a common way of naming the penis in Italy. The story was written in Italian and translated into English with the help of an automatic translator, and then revised (many and many times, believe me!). That particularly stubborn bird escaped all revisions! Thanks again!

Thank you all. You made me blush and at my age it might hurt!!!

Thank you for your kind words. I am really proud to have elicited this response from you. I must confess that I have never visited Villa Rufolo in Ravello, but I am Italian and live close enough to the Amalfi Coast to know it. Wagner is Wagner, although my desert island disc would be Tristan! Thanks again.

Memoir of Tristan von Aschenbach It wasn't until two years later that we organized the concert in which I would play the Niccodemi Variations in its entirety. It would be the first ever performance of the complete work, and it was an exceptional historical event. Two years, so much time it took, for Ninetto and me, to build our lives so that we would never have to be separated again. That day in June, the very day we had met, we discovered that we loved each other. It was Furio's

The Story of Tristan von Aschenbach Furio Niccodemi was a caring lover. We spent that night in each other's arms cuddling, exchanging loving words. He loved me and let himself be loved. It was an unforgettable night that I lived in a long dream. And that was certainly a dream, but for me it was also extremely real. Part of the night was spent by Furio telling me his story, and I wept for him and with him. In the morning I awoke to furious banging on the bedroom door. It was m

Furio Niccodemi's Story It happened in June 1870. By the end of May we were back from Paris where I had performed my last triumphant concert. In Europe the political situation was becoming more complicated. Everyone was now certain that Prussia would attack France. My father and I returned by ship from Marseilles to Naples. After a short stay in our palace on Via Toledo, we moved to Ravello at the Villa. It was here that I saw Ninetto for the first time. Ninetto was the son of the

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Thank you all! Music is part of my life, since I was very little. My mother taught piano, and in my house we sang opera instead of singing pop songs!

In front of me, outside the window, the crescent moon dimly illuminated the terrace and the sea was little moved by the breeze. The sky glittered with stars and the scent of the garden invaded the house. It seemed to me that all those gifts from God should be honored with a worthy offering. I had only my talent of which I was proud. I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by a surge of romance, perhaps a bit adolescent, that was quite foreign to me. I had never been a child, or

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Villa Ginestra's large and historic grand piano, restored and newly tuned to welcome my reverent hands, was there, in front of the window open to the Gulf of Salerno. It was not my personal piano. It would have taken too much money according to my mother to get it from Paris where I had given my last concert, before the panic attacks became unbearable. In my condition I could not play in public, and if I could not play in public, I was not earning enough to afford our usual luxuries. Carrying a

An unfinished and cursed piano composition travels through three centuries, mysteriously intertwining the lives of two great artists. One was the brilliant composer of the work, the other became its celebrated performer. The story starts with the fortunate discovery of a manuscript in the over-cover of the original score. From the mid-19th century it concludes at the dawn of the third millennium.

Washington Globe article (1) dated September 01, 2002 Sensational discovery at the Smithsonian. The world-famous and celebrated Niccodemi Variations are back in the news and not just musically! The most famous piano composition ever is back in the spotlight of the musical world and the news with sensational revelations. A hidden text has been found in the overcover of the original score. The controversial truth about the origins and structure of the greatest piano work

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Epilogue So far, this story has been sad. I wrote it to remember him and how happy I was. I didn't destroy the bougainvillea, the jasmine, or the honeysuckle, but with each flowering I collected the scented branches and placed them on the keyboard of his piano. Nature, the seasons, were there to remind me that in spite of everything life went on. I never found the courage to break my last oath. I realized to kill myself would take more courage than I had. I already had som