When your favourite album’s the artist.

I love music. I’ve been around it my whole life. It wasn’t a family thing, it was a “me” thing. It started with the piano. We had one, though no one played before I started. My mom wanted to but didn’t. She’d tried as a child, but her mother criticized the desire out of her. My grandmother could be harsh. I started piano lessons at … Continue reading When your favourite album’s the artist.