When the great canine in the sky was dishing out musical talent s/he stopped at my ears. Fortunately my Mom, who is a good classical fiddle player, can recognise musical talent (and its absence) in children from a very young age – with nine kids she had plenty to practice on. So, whilst I was given every opportunity to learn the piano, no one complained too much when I stopped.
There is other musical talent in the family so I take this blogging opportunity to give two brothers a bit of free advertising – see new links.
Pete, the flasher of the two, has earned his living from the violin since he left school – and supported numerous offspring – so I don’t think he needs any help from me.
Even after the failed piano lessons I still fancied myself as a musician. Bernie was the brother who picked up the guitar followed by the five string banjo I discarded after two weeks and was playing them within days. I really gave up after that.
Check them out. When we have family bashes it’s the best gig in Brum.