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For the record: Piano music was forbidden in my house growing up. The radio was changed whenever a piano came on the classical station. I learned the oboe. "An ill wind that nobody blows good" as WC Fields put it. I traded my oboe for a Roland RS-505 when I was 17. It was not a good synth, but fuckin' A it was a synth. I'd still like a decent piano but I don't want to move with one right now. Every now and then I putz around and pretend I'm going to learn; the fact that I have the chops of a noodler that picked it up at 17 is a deep embarrassment for me. My mother bought a piano as soon as I moved out. Of course.