I never set fire to a piano. I'd like to have got away with it, though. I pushed a couple of them in the river. They wasn't any good.
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Plus, there were so many pianos in my house, so I couldn't really avoid it.
Without the piano, my life would be a disaster - nobody would hold me in any regard. It's the thing that saved me.
When I was first starting out, you'd have to bang an old upright piano and stick a mike in it and it would always feed back and you could never turn it up loud enough to be heard and I would beat my hands black and blue and bloody.
I decided that playing piano was a little bit too common, you know what I mean?
I've written lots of songs on the piano. My mother had a piano and it was the first instrument I played.
I set our house on fire when I was a little child playing with lighters. Boy, did I burn the place down!
Once I picked up an electric guitar, I lost interest in piano, and I just wanted to rock. I studied piano for so long, I got burned out on it.
I wanted to try to write songs on the piano to get a different flavor.
I'm sorry to say that no, I do not play the piano.
But when I first fell in love with the piano, I knew it was me. I was dying to play.
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