In middle school, my Dad and I used to listen to classics at 5 am in the morning while he sipped his coffee and drove me to solo and ensemble lessons. I didn’t realize I became an artist at heart. Not from the music, but from the car rides. I learned to appreciate sounds, especially for the classics. Although sight-reading was always difficult for me, I learned about fluidity.
Car rides have always held a special place in my library as a form of therapy.