Classical music commandeered my childhood. Bach's fugues wallpapered our living room. Beethoven symphonies rattled through the door of my bedroom, where I mounted an all-hours rock radio counterattack. But my Madonna, my Duran Duran, my INXS, my (full disclosure) Whitney Houston proved no match for Schubert's sonatas and Mozart's warbling operas. Not when the radio station hadn't budged from WRR since the Reagan era. Though my parents grew up listening to the doo-wop and bubblegum pop of the early '60s, popular music ended for them when John and Paul first passed the opium pipe. After that,... More >>>