I grew up with a beautiful gold harp sitting in our living room. My older sister played it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I started playing harp about fourteen years ago.
I've played everything but a harp.
Then I started checking out blues albums from the library and playing the harp along with them.
I picked up the guitar at 12 yrs old - basically, my mother and father bought it for me for Christmas. I played one at my friend's house; when I say played it, I just played around with it at my friend's house. It just struck me as something I really wanted.
My mother and dad played the fiddle and the guitar.
For Ryan's Daughter I used a total of eight harps, something that was, at least, weird.
And my daddy could play a harmonica and also the guitar, so I guess I got a little bit from both of 'em, but I think mostly from my mother's side of the family.
When I was little, I used to adore gold. It was something special.
I call myself a harp because I like the sound of the word - it is short, sharp, and abusive.
I was the same kind of father as I was a harpist - I played by ear.