Katia, my first voice coach/teacher, speaks little English, but this matters not because I'm singing tango songs in the original language, I learn form listening to her voice.
Hers is a clear one, like a bell hitting the right note every time. When she says the word "yes"- telling me I'm on key and doing the exercises correctly- I stop my note and listen. Her word "YES" is also a kind of music. The "YES" extends over more than one syllable and intones differently on each one. On top of that she uses a different caring emotion on each syllable. The I-Touch has a little microphone and I record her playing and singing, "Malena". This hauting tango I imitate and practice every day until the next Saturday comes around. This day I jump on the bus to cross the widest Avenue in the world, exercise my neck, sing scales, breathe, breathe, breathe and wait to hear the musical "YES".
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