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CHAPTER ONE The First Sound BEFORE WE GET too deep, let’s clear something up: Music didn’t start in a cathedral. It didn’t start in a concert hall. It started with some funky little dude probably humming into a log. And let’s be honest: It was probably bad. Real “your little cousin in a Kidz Bop commercial” energy. But did that stop him? Hell no. He was vibing. Early humans were out there like: “Ooga booga ugghhh—was that harmony?” “Bro try hitting that skull with the stick again, that shit goes crazy.” Then a few thousand years later, some powdered-wig dude in Vienna is like: “This sonata rips.” Boom. Mozart. The jump from bone flutes to orchestras happened faster than anyone expected. But...