My Dad, because we had music at home, church (where he was choirmaster), at Scouts (he was leader), and because he prevented us from practicing stunned mistakes at the piano.

My first piano teacher was some twit named Jim somethingorother, who disliked me, chatted on the phone a lot during lessons, and left me feeling disenchanted with private lessons. He did have a baby grand though, and was a very good player, but those things didn't make him a good teacher.

The second piano teacher also disliked me, was gruff, disinterested, and distracted. He taught in the church hall, so he didn't step out of line (my Dad was usually about), but I always had a fear that he wanted to swat me.

In the end I gave up piano (round about grade 4 conservatory) for road hockey and fishing. I knew it was a mistake and I regretted it immediately, but felt defeated and that I had no alternative. I was too proud to admit it was a mistake to quit, too stupid to plead for a different teacher, and too defeated to think I had ability.

Funny how things change though. Eventually I played keyboards (for a year or so, 25 years ago) in a country and dance band, and I make my living in music. My family influences did a lot to negate the influence of lousy piano teachers.

Peace, Mooh.