Imagine if there was a soundtrack that accompanied your day. When I play piano, I imagine I’m adding to the sound track of someone’s life. This Stravinsky piece was the soundtrack I needed for my trip from Chicago to Milwaukee. 9pm, rainy, I’m one of a few people in the quiet car. Head sets with noise canceling on. Here I am thinking about what to say to you. I almost imagine myself with a type writer in some turn-of-the-centruy Parisian flat. Cafe below. What’s your soundtrack?

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