"I disagree with Maestro Harnoncourt when he says that singers are like pigs in a slaughterhouse, some stamped for goulash, others for steak," she added. "Once singers get stamped for roles and repertoire, singing becomes routine — and routine is the most horrible thing. You have to keep yourself alive."
Unsurprisingly for such a aria bustin' young lady, "Elina Garanca woke up the Metropolitan Opera from its January slumbers". And last night turned NYC into a decidership, and she's the decidah.
Humbly submith to her powah.