Music infuses most aspects of my life. Anything percussive drives my workouts. Music festivals are highlights of my social calendar. Certain voices, such as Hanna Reid's from London Grammar , serve as revelations. Debussy is an old friend, and Sirius XMU and Alt Nation keep me company to and from campus. I have 57 playlists in iTunes, each calibrated for a specific context or to elicit a certain emotion I'm searching for at a given moment. For all my deep commitments as a consumer of all things sonic (and my knowledge of certain musicians within a historical context), I know preciously little about music -- its vocabulary, structure, and theory -- beyond the basics. This certainly hampers an informed discussion of music, particularly music that is foreign to my own cultural diet. Nonetheless, as I write this post, I am listening to Pangue Lingua ("Sing, My Tongue"), a mass (choral music usually used to accompany the eucharistic liturgy...