"My earliest memory of longing to be a musician was when my parents, like so many in their generation, and the generations before, saw the value of purchasing a piano for the home. The reason why I remember it so vividly is that while I was only 3 years old, my brother was 8. He was the lucky first in the family to receive piano lessons. W-H-A-T!!?? Why he and not me? I was so mad. It wasn’t fair!

I was told I had to wait until I was at least 6 years old. I’m quite sure my parents knew about Suzuki and all, but I didn’t…so I had no arguments back then. In retrospect, I can only speculate now that this was more a budgetary consideration rather than the supposed learning ability of a three-something year old. Well, in the short term, I had better things to do anyway

...and then finally! I turned 6. So I promptly announced the 'grand bargain' from 3 years earlier."