I live with mood disorders among my family members. Mood swings like you wouldn't believe. Child is coloring nicely--wait... DUCK! He just chucked a shoe at my head. You put the clutch in, shift, and keep going. What does this have to do with my CD's? Maybe it's because I am, in fact, a teacher and perpetual student of music; maybe I'm overdue for a meds check my own self. Even I find my choices odd. The favorites that I carry with me from car to car are a little, well, bipolar. Here'...