"Morning has broooo-ken, like the first mo-o-oorning".
It's been ringing in my head since I got up. ( Its 4am and Im on my way to the airport ).
Along with some Italian Arias it was one of the first songs I learned when I started taking singing lessons as a 12 year old.
My teacher was a 75 year old opera singer. She tried to brainwash me with opera. It didn't quite work. Everytime she started to sing a beautiful piece, I put my fingers in my ears. How polite!
Don't get me wrong, I really loved that old wise woman. Opera wasn't just my thing, but I sure learned a lot of good things. She build my roots.
Three years later she died and I moved on to pop, musicals, CVT and eventually found my way to pop/rock after singing ballads for 10 years.
Cheers,
Jessica
