Never had lesson for anything other than the House drummer from Bird Cage, a London night club, teaching me to swing when I played drums.
Musical influences, anything that has made my furry ears it up, say hey this good you should pay more attention. My dad loved show tunes and some Sinatra, Doris Day and the like. My mum she was more classical apparently she did play piano before the war but that ended with that, consequently I never heard her play..
We did have a piano in the house when I was but a little Wookieelet, as soon as I could climb on the stool I started bashing away at it. Though it eventually died and M&D could not afford to save it, so one Guy Faulks it was scarified to the Gods of Fire and baked potatoes.
I grew up with the Beatle's and the Stones seeing them both live in 63 and 64 respectively. The I joined the rebel alliance and fell in with strange long haired types, who sewed coloured vents in to the jeans and listened to strange other worldly music. Hawkwind, Led Zeppelin, Moody Blues, Black Widow, Pink Floyd, Deep Purple and the like, it sucked me in and I got lost on the blue smoke filled haze of their world.
Then in my late teens I had a small disagreement with a road at sixty miles an hour, finally using my only furry head as brake, convertible car that rolled. The rest is history.
Thanks for listening, nice to know you found this creative.