My aunt was the choir director for a large church. She put me on a pew to nap or color or whatever during choir practice once when I was very, very young. The singers were still arriving when the organist began practicing the Prelude on the pipe organ. I had no idea what was happening. I was confused, frightened, and delighted all at the same time—I could feel the music as much as hear it and the whole building shook. That's my earliest musical memory and I still think about it sometimes.
- Phil