My older brother has always been into music, especially classical and movie scores, which are today's version of classical. He played woodwinds in high school, then brass in University of Houston's marching band. Sadly, he has always hated electric guitars, but I forgive him. :thwap
My Dad's world
revolves around music. He started singing as soon as he could talk! He and his piano playing buddy were the only white people they knew of who liked rhythm and blues back in the late 40's/early 50's, before Elvis showed up. They sang in all the high schools in Houston and even in a house of prostitution in Galveston when they were teens (
he never got paid in the way he wanted!). The Korean war interrupted the singing, but afterward, he attended U of H and starred in a few Broadway style singing plays. He also started singing in clubs, which lead to a short recording career. Unfortunately, someone else with a
very similar voice was already making it big... Andy Williams. They owned a night club for a few years but the buddy drank up most of the meager profits. Then my older brother showed up, so Dad had to work for a living, and his musical dreams were left behind. Dad still loves music, and hasn't lost his voice too much.
My Dad's love of music came from his dad, who sang opera, and his grandmother, who played piano in churches and for silent movies. We had several albums of my grandfather's operas, but they were destroyed in a fire.
Here's a photo we found promoting one of his opera performances.
I remember my Dad, grandfather, and great grandmother all singing around the piano whenever we visited. I think those moments were the best ever for them. Music kept them together and happy.
So, while I'm not the most accomplished musician of the family, at least I share their love of music, and that's a priceless gift!