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I sometimes find myself conducting music in my living room. Eyes closed, arms flailing. I'm not conducting Mahler or Bach or Copland. It's usually some forgettable tune that strikes a chord.

This episode, I open up about my sometimes embarrassing musical tastes, and how they keep me grounded in the past — good and bad — while preparing me for what's to come (including exploits in the daunting dating game).