For a music-loving person, I rarely listen to music, or at least I haven’t for the last several years.
I find it nearly impossible to do anything while music is playing. It’s like my mind just doesn’t have the space for it.
But today I have the rare treat of a day at home alone. It is particularly well-timed, after an emotional week trying and failing to foster and tame a feral kitten we found in our garage.
So about six hours into my day alone, my mind was finally ready for some background music.
I decided on the album Lights of Madrid by Phil Keaggy. For many years I have considered it my favorite album.
The genre is classical guitar. It has enough energy to keep me going, but also maintains a gentle, melancholy feel.