Today we’re discussing the international language. No, I don’t mean love, I’m talking music. From Rodgers and Hammerstein to Hammertime, music communicates on a visceral level, the libretto be damned. Not like I can understand what D’Angelo’s saying anyway, and the man’s speaking English, from what they tell me. But if words are your currency, you’re probably limited to your native tongue, aside from maybe being able to order tapas or proposition a French hooker. Imagine, though, for a moment that your cunning linguism transcended such barriers. Or alternatively, that the entire world’s music fell easily under your calloused fingertips. And so we ask, would you rather know every language on Earth, or every instrument?