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My father insisted on piano lessons for me. I was enrolled at the Julius Hartt School of Music at an early age with parental hopes I’d be an accomplished pianist.
However, I knew in my heart I’d not be on a concert stage. I had no such desires or ambitions. My interest was only in learning a few popular pieces, and quickly to boot. Further, I was drawn more intently to the guitar. With little concern for my tender feelings, Papa declared that I had no ear for music and should stick to the piano. Our diverse expectations frustrated both of us.
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