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My grandmother played the piano, and I used to toddle over there and pick out little things that sounded good to me.

My mother played piano so we always had music around the house.

You know, my family is very musical, I was surrounded by it. And from four years old I was the one that asked my mother could I take piano lessons.

My mother did play classical piano, not that well. And actually, my father sang with the big bands - he sang with Bob Crosby's band - but he had to give up show business when his father died. He had to come back to Montgomery and take over the furniture store.

I was coerced into taking piano lessons in the early '50s. It was a quite unpleasant experience.

My dad was a musician who went to Berklee, and he made me learn piano when I was five.

My mother played the piano and my father the violin, I can remember my dad teaching me how to waltz; I had my feet on his, my mother playing the piano, and my husband will tell you the lessons weren't very successful.

Both my grandmothers had upright pianos, and I just knew how to play since I was a child. Nobody taught me. I sounded like a grown-up, and then I learned how to read music. I played so well by ear I could fool the teacher to believe I could play the notes. She'd make the mistake of playing the song once, and I could play it.

You know, when I was younger I was into all kinds of art - drawing, painting, all that stuff. But I played drums, played piano forever.