Early Morning Soundtracks & Story Roots Early Saturday mornings, music would blare out from the living room. That was the first alert—a full day of bleach, baskets, and the laundromat was ahead. Smokey Robinson serenaded my mom while she glided across the kitchen floor, pouring bleach into tubs and sinks like she was baptizing the house. Our LA apartment—romantically named the hood—wasn't much, but the music turned it into something sacred. That was our first cinema. That was storytelling, long before we had cameras or computers. See, for people like us, storytelling didn’t come from school or studios. It came...