Growing up, music was always around in my house. My parents had their record player and we would throw on a record on Saturdays- Bernstein’s Mass, Yes, or something else. It depended on whose turn it was to choose. Other days, we would rifle through the CD collection and blast stuff- Queen, soundtracks, and more. There was always a huge variety, and music seemed ever-present. We had a piano, hopelessly out of tune, but it was ours. That meant there was sheet music stuffed in the bench, and in other nooks and crannies. Music was just part of the fabric of my life.