My father had a varied ear, from Hank Williams to Ravel.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was the same kind of father as I was a harpist - I played by ear.
I believe I inherited my sense of music from my father. My father was an ear piano player; he could just hear something and play it.
I have a pretty good ear.
In the wake of the San Francisco scene, ears were alive. It was a listening generation.
We suspect Dr. Clutterbuck's sense of hearing must be injured: for him the 'ear trumpet' magnifies but distorts sound, rendering it less distinct than before.
My father died when I was 4 years old, so I can't really say anything about his hearing.
In 1967, I found out I was losing my hearing. I went 10 years without any help. I had otosclerosis - hardening of the bone in the middle of the ear.
A few years later, my Uncle David took me to the Earle Theatre to hear Duke Ellington.
I did not develop my ear. I discovered I had an ear, and it was an accident.
He has Van Gogh's ear for music.