I took piano lessons for many years, something my mother never had as a girl but made sure was possible for me her boy. Although I learned the notes I preferred to play by ear, a talent my grandad had as well. It was magical to hear a song on the radio then go piece it together from all those keys. But such a flair can make you proud if not lazy. I believe my mother knew this, knew the gift had to be accompanied by a certain strain if the music was to last beyond my youth. So while I may have inherited the ear from my father’s side of the bench it was my mother’s grit that caused me to grow to play by heart.