I remember asking my dad why he never became a professional musician. My first memories include him at the piano playing an old song called Green Onions. Later, I’d notice that he often played piano at weddings and other social functions, sometimes at church, and still often at home. It stood to reason that if he liked something so much, he’d do it for a job, right?
Instead, my father got his DDS and spent his days hunched over peoples’ mouths.