My mother got me into music when I was a little kid. She used to play music, blast it, when she was cleaning the house, while I was crawling around. I just love loud music.
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My mother played piano so we always had music around the house.
I have been tied up with music for about as long as I can remember. By the time I was four I was picking out little tunes my mother played on the reed organ in the living-room.
Music was around in my family in two ways. My mother would occasionally sing to me, but I was mostly stimulated by the classical music my father had left behind. I had an ear for music, I suppose, so that's what began my interest in music.
Playing with my grandfather, grandmother and my parents, I came to music pretty naturally.
My mother and dad loved music, were very much into music.
From an early age, I was infatuated with music. I always loved it and was always dancing or playing something.
I always loved music. You know, my parents said I started singing when I was 4, in the car.
One of the things that was a blessing for me is my parents were music lovers. Neither of my parents played an instrument, but they were avid record buyers. And I grew up at every age listening to all kinds of music.
I always had a love of music, from the time I was a little kid, dressing up and singing along with Michael Jackson songs.
I don't think I ever heard music playing when I was younger, other than the radio. My parents got me a Walkman and stuff like that, but I was always way more into listening to music than they were.