Sweet story, triggering all kinds of memories. I also come from a musical family (all gone now). My father had his own band before he decided to become a buinessman. But he never lost his ear. I would come home with a sophisticated jazz album. He would listen to it once or twice and then sit down and play it. I was jealous. I had piano lessons for a while, but eventually I was given the choice of piano or sports, and I made the choice most 16-year-old boys would make. I now have regrets thinking what I could have instead of this bad back and jumbled brain.