Families divide into two camps, the musical and the non-musical. Musical families have pianos with open lids in their homes, their kids go to school (back in the day) carrying strangely shaped instrument cases and, during global pandemics, they sing in close harmony en famille and upload the results to the Internet.
Sadly, however, some of us come from non-musical families. Neither of my parents played an instrument, we talked, we fought, and we laughed a lot, but I can’t remember ever listening to music together, never mind singing. Now and again my father would throw his head back and warble Perry Como’s “Tulips and Heather” but none of us kids had a musical party piece, we weren’t that kind of a family.
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