In 1983 I was a high school junior living in middle of nowhere PA and dreaming of a career in music. I discovered I could sing and began to emulate Luciano. I wanted to sing the big arias but my voice teacher (correctly) told me that I was not yet ready.
One of the thrills of my life to that point (again remember that I grew up in a very rural setting, this was maybe my second or third live concert) was buying one of those "package tours" that included a bus ride across state and a ticket (the kind of tour that usually ends at Mall of America or an Indian Reservation) to see Pavarotti perform at the Philly Spectrum to benefit his young singers program. It was me and thirty blue haired old ladies on the bus.
By that time he was a rock star in every way but genre, and there was of course a huge PA and projection system. It was a "recital" only in the loosest of terms. None the less, I am very glad to have had the chance to see the greatest voice of the 20th century in person once in my life.
I admired the man for giving back to the art that gave him so much. In a world where the young upstarts are often viewed as "threats" to the more established, it was great to see him give so much to young singers. He was very benevolent in many ways.
His heart AND his voice were even bigger than he was.