Giacomini was one of those singers who get better with age, and in his mature years, he was the epitome of a heroic Italian tenor: wonderful dark timbre yet resounding, steely brilliant high notes. Except for some evenings... evenings that all singers have, of course, but that Giacomini had a teeny bit more often than others. Like the one below for example...
I wish to thank Helmut Krautschneider for the recordings (Fanciulla del West).
I wish to thank Thomas Silverbörg for the recordings (Chénier, Gioconda).