Crazy times cry out for good music — the kind that sends your spirits soaring, even as it helps keep you grounded. That often means classic rock for some, but for me, it’s classical music, period.
I grew up with a musician who, when she wasn’t leading her Brooklyn elementary school’s Glee Club, could usually be found at our piano.
I’d fall asleep to Bach fugues and Beethoven sonatas, seeing pictures in my head and making up lyrics for the glorious sounds coming from our living room.
When Mom wasn’t playing, radio station WQXR was. I still listen to it today, all the time — not only is it commercial free, but it has the least pretentious DJ’s ever (and that includes the classic-rock ones).