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Sitting on the train, pensive after attending a concert in down town Los Angeles, I engaged in a conversation with a brother and sister in their teens. They were listening to A-HA from the eighties. Why? I had to ask. Their reply surprised me. “No one is making any good music these days.” I listen to lot of music. Music inspires me as I write my murder mysteries. My taste is very broad from Classical to PunJabi Rap. So selecting something to listen to often becomes a challenge. Photographs stimulate the mind through the eyes, but music is the aural motivation of the muses.