My earliest memory is of tearing at the rotted brown cloth on back of an upright piano and playing in the dust while my father played the Honky tonk train blues, accompanied by his thick heavy nails clattering the ivory keys as he played. Being the third oldest of seven, space in our small house was hard to find so I’d spend many hours behind the upright piano whilst my dad’s band rehearsed. The upright piano vibrated through the floor and my whole body. Sometimes the upright piano was joine...