Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there.
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From the time I could play the piano, I remember trying to write tunes. They were in my head, and I would just sit down and start noodling. Next thing I knew, I had written a melody.
Well, I was interested in playing the piano from as early as I can remember.
I wanted to try to write songs on the piano to get a different flavor.
My grandmother played the piano, and I used to toddle over there and pick out little things that sounded good to me.
There's always been a piano around the house, and I've grown up around it. It's a massive part of my life and always has been.
My mother played piano so we always had music around the house.
I grew up at the piano, and I longed to write musicals.
My father had left behind an old piano. My sister was already going to school, my mother was out working, and I stayed at home alone with my adorable grandmother who understood nothing I said. It was so boring that I stayed at the piano all day long, and that saved my life.
My aunt played the piano and I used to sit and listen to it.
I wrote my first piano piece when I was in 4th grade.