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Post by geezer on Mar 5, 2014 18:54:14 GMT -5
After years of trumpet lessons in school, then guitar lessons because he wanted to... never a tune did I hear. I came home from work early one day. I walked in the kitchen door and hear Fur Elise playing in the music room...I thought that my wife finally nailed it.
I entered the music room and there's my son, John playing Sue's piano. Never had a lesson in his life. Just like my mother. I guess the music gene passed me over...I have the appreciation, but not the ability. I have to struggle, he has just to listen. I guess that's jealousy, huh?
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Post by Admin on Mar 5, 2014 19:27:12 GMT -5
That's a great story Dan. Thanks.
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