
I have to hand it to my parents, they did everything they could to try and turn me into a well-rounded individual. I was playing rugby at the age of 5, was taught to read young, and yes... there were also the inevitable piano lessons too.
Every christmas my late grandmother would always find an occassion to berate me for giving up the piano. "Oh, you used to play beautifully" she would tell me "I loved coming to hear you play". Nice of her to say that, but for me learning the piano was a chore. Sure I could play all the scales and arpeggios with both hands and all that stuff. Could give Beethoven and Mozart a bit of a whirl as well. But the lasting memory of learning the piano for mewas the endless hours of practice. Half an hour before school, half an hour after. All timed by the oven timer which my mum always kept an eagle eye upon.
I just didn't take to it.
Which brings me to
Marc Yu. All of 6 years old and already playing with a semi-professional orchestra. I don't know how all those little fingers stretch for some of the chords, but if he's made that level he has obviously found a way.
Now, truth be told, Marc is probably a teensy bit of a (cough..nerd)... which isn't what Enfant Terrible is about. But if we all get in his corner and get him out of the daggy jumpers and into some cool threads and some nice kicks who knows what he could be? The next Nigel Kennedy perhaps?
Good on ya Marc! Keep practising. But dude, if you need some advice on haircuts and clothes, don't ask your mum...