I started imagining this whole different world. It was a society of musicians, a family I hoped I could belong to one day.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I think I was just lucky to be brought up in a very musical family. My two older brothers were, and still are, very musical and very creative, and music was a big part of my life from a very young age, so it is quite natural for me to become involved in music in the way that I did.
But when I was a teenager, the idea of spending the rest of my life in a factory was real depressing. So the idea that I could become a musician opened up some possibilities I didn't see otherwise.
Growing up, my imagined life as a musician was something along the lines of me lounging in a Learjet en route to a swelling outdoor amphitheatre on a dazzling summer's eve.
I really wanted to be a musician, but it turned out I had no sense of time.
I don't come from a musical family at all, but I realized early on I was a musician. I started begging for a piano when I was 6 years old.
Actually, I wanted to be a musician, either a guitarist or a drummer. I guess my dreams were in the entertainment industry, and I landed somewhere along there.
I lived for music since I could think.
I came from a huge extended family of musicians.
Nobody in my family was musical. I had no idea you could be a songwriter and make a living at it. It was all discovery. It was all just thrown at me.
My family's a very musical family, so music's always been a part of my life.