When you think of how music changes the way you feel, what comes to mind first? Is it a particular song, perhaps one of those “go-to” songs on your playlist? Or maybe your thoughts veer towards why ...
Once a day, at least, I’ll tear up listening to music. Just a drop or two, or not even a drop, just a pre-cry convulsion, a sudden seizure of feeling. More often than not, I have no specific memories ...
When you think of how music changes the way you feel, what comes to mind first? Is it a particular song, perhaps one of those “go-to” songs on your playlist? Or maybe your thoughts veer towards why ...
It started after my mother died. She was a concentration-camp survivor—a prodigy concert pianist in Vienna who was taken when she was only a girl. She taught me the piano by holding her hands over ...
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