My house was filled with music. We had a piano, and my brothers and sisters played instruments. Even though I was around it, I played basketball.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mother played piano so we always had music around the house.
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.
When I was little, there were so many people in my house. Everyone was enjoying themselves, rehearsing, having fun. It was like a playground.
Playing with my grandfather, grandmother and my parents, I came to music pretty naturally.
I grew up sitting beside my grandmother playing the piano and singing.
I grew up in a house that was always happy, and my family was always music, music. I started playing percussion very young, because I had some uncles who were musicians and all my aunts were singers.
I was a quiet, nerdy kid living in the Bronx. I spent most of my teens in my room, taking apart electrical items to figure out how they worked before putting them back together, and listening to the music my four older sisters and parents played.
I played piano, flute, and guitar.
I grew up playing music and enjoying good food, friends and family in my own backyard.
My house was full of music. My main memories are of the record player at home: it was all Beatles and Rolling Stones, and we danced around the living room; that started me off on instruments, and I've done nothing else ever since.