Brutalized by a desperate, overbearing parent who chained me with barbed wire to a baby grand piano at an early, impressionable age, and terrorized by a series of sadistic piano teachers wielding large, wooden rulers and unfortunate hairstyles, I soon realized that the life of a musician was not for me. Instead, I fled South … Continue reading Nigel Maister
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