My mom and dad were very proud of me. I joined a rock band in the 8th grade with a bunch of older musicians, playing sax. It was cooler. They thought I would start using drugs. I wanted to play an instrument where I could play more than one note at time, so I taught myself piano.
Piano players can use drugs, also.
Places such as a Mexican bar, Croatian Hall, and the Princess Something or other, which later sank. In a religious fervor, we moved up to Grants Pass, Oregon. My cult leader thought music was bad, so I stopped playing for 15 years. In the meantime, I grew muscles and became a building contractor. Back in 1990, I started playing again.