When I was eight years old, I told my parents that I wanted to take piano lessons. Very quickly, I fell in love with the piano and classical music. My mother was thrilled with this turn of events and indulged my appetite for music. I built up a large record library, went to concerts, practiced diligently. My love of music and my piano-playing became central to my identity through elementary school and high school. I went to music camp in the summers, and when high school was over I majored in piano in college.

As I completed my college degree, I realized that I didn’t want a career as a pianist. My life changed and now I work in technology and software development. Moving around from place to place, it wasn’t practical to have a piano at home, and so for some years I stopped playing altogether. When I was able to get a piano again, in some ways it was as if I had never left it; there is a part of me that will always come alive at the keyboard. Playing again after all those years made me realize I was a LifeLong musician. I play just about every day now, mostly just for me, my wife, and the cats.

James P.
Princeton, NJ