Several months ago I wrote a short piece about Paul Potts, Opera’s Cinderfeller, for Blogcritics. I’ve written a few Blogcritics articles and essays this past year, but none of them have had the staying power the one about Paul Potts has had.
It took awhile for me to finally realize the much anticipated debut album by Britain’s Got Talent winner Paul Potts had finally made its way across the pond. Not content to wait for a few days for it to reach me in the wilds of New Mexico, I checked to see if it was available for download on i-Tunes. Success!
My first thought, would I be disappointed? Would the Cinderfeller story continue? Was the fairy tale Welsh tenor a one song wonder? Could he handle an orchestra? Perhaps it is fate that I downloaded his album a few days after the great Luciano Pavarotti’s death. There will never be another Pavarotti, just as there has never been another Caruso, but opera is a funny thing. It never fails to provide just the right artist for the age.
Perhaps Paul Potts is that artist for today. He is failure, hope, futility, perseverance, and victory personified. He is every dream that ever came true. We are living in a strange world today, one where we don’t know what the future is going to bring. Is that the secret of the Paul Potts story? He just could be the right person at the right place at the right time.
My second thought? I noticed the album had a little of everything, Broadway, opera, pop, even "Silent Night". This puzzled me for a moment, then I realized this is a true representation of Paul Potts. It is as though he was going to throw everything, including the kitchen sink into the album – just in case it would be his only album. I truly hope and pray it is not – for my sake if not his! Then I learned he was performing some of his favorites, including "Cavatina," which he dedicated to his wife.