Here’s a picture of me in soggy diapers reaching for the piano, with my mom out of frame. I remember being at her feet, listening to the sound coming out, and being immersed in it. Perhaps something about the simplicity of white and black keys was alluring to me. 

Some of the best days of my life start with a cup of coffee and going directly to the piano. A piano is a wonderful place to experiment and make stuff up, getting lost in the sound and creation. I enjoy practicing piano, but most of all, I enjoy being able to play what I hear in my head. Piano can be a tool for a composer, a beautiful artful tool. To this day, I'm not the best two handed piano player, but oddly enough, with one hand I can do almost anything I want to do. I don't understand why I can't play two handed complicated music more easily (while I can sing and play bass simultaneously even with oblique conterpoint) but maybe that's just the kid in me that knows I still need to practice.