Ahhhh, chant.

There's nothing quite like Gregorian Chant to help focus my mind. Instead of cluttered little spaces with random bits tucked into every corner, my head turns into a Gothic cathedral with elegant columns and vaulted ceilings, filled with light and air. (No, I didn't just say I'm an airhead. And even if I am, I don't have to tell everything I know.) Even Bach's Brandenburg Concertos are too busy for right now.