The View From A Farr
I was born a musician. When I was little, my mom dressed me in musicians’ clothes. I played with musical toys. I learned how to play piano, guitar, and the recorder. I even sang a bit. I was a happy little musician, my parents’ pride and joy.But as I grew older, I started feeling a wee bit off key and slightly out of tune. I kept that feeling to myself because I thought it would go a...