Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted tree.
During the dark days of World War II, I remember that my parents had an old 78 rpm phonograph and about a dozen classical albums. And a young child s capacity to appreciate classical music has not diminished one iota over the years. My parents weren t rich, but they were generous with what they had. My mother, who longed for a career in opera, married my father, the electrician, instead. Unfortunately he was so tone deaf that he couldn t tell the key of M from the key of J, as he put it.