My family comes from a very long line of musicians. My father, grandfather, great grandfather, my aunts and uncles, my cousins, my sons – all musicians. Although my sons have stopped playing music (which makes me sad….) If I had room for a piano in my house I would probably have one – I used to play the piano when I was young. Music is in our blood. My mother could sing like an angel; I loved to hear her sing when she was walking around the house, doing the chores that needed to be done.
One of my favorite memories of my musical family is the time when my father’s band was playing at the grand opening celebration of Vienna’s town office back in the early 70’s. The room was very crowded with people that were pigging out on all of the free food. My father was playing an upright bass and they had just finished their first song. The crowd did not acknowledge them in any way whatsoever. My father broke out in a wide grin and said “Let’s wait until the applause dies down before we start our next song!” There was immediate applause from the crowd! My father was awesome!