If I can send one person home after a performance feeling better than when they arrived, then I've done my job, and I sleep good at night.
I've been scuffed up a little, but I just hope and pray that I keep my youthful looks for as long as possible. I grew up in a musical family -- my mom sings and my father plays the piano. They were both very active in the church.
I grew up in Baltimore, Maryland, and my relationship with the piano has been going on for about 38 years.
My mom tells this story that even when I was in the womb, my father played the piano and she sang. So, before I officially got here, I was already surrounded by music. I also like the way my father explains it. When I was about 3-years old, in order to keep me quiet, my father would put me in the bassinet and either put on some music or play the piano. When he started playing, I got quiet and eventually went to sleep. He said by the time I turned 3, I just climbed up on the piano and started playing it with the attitude of I'm gonna play dis here piano.
