Prior to picking up the camera, I was quite active in music. I took piano lessons when I was a kid but quit a few years later due to a string of teachers that just didn't work out. But that love for music remained. In 7th grade, my older sister and I taught ourselves to play the guitar through a chord book of Beatles songs that our driver lent to us one summer. We were able to play well enough to accompany the choir during mass in school. I even attempted to compose a few original songs for the annual music fests but cannot for the life of me remember them. I remotely considered majoring music in college but I knew that with my rudimentary skills, it would be impossible to pass the entrance exam.
I haven't picked up a guitar nor played the piano in years. Sad but true. These days, however, I do get to re-live my musical past through our friend P, a piano teacher, who regularly invites us to watch his student recitals and musical concerts at a local high school in the East bay where he works as an accompanist for their music program.