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I was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico. One day, while walking through the desert, I
saw a little man on a rolling tumbleweed who told me to play some music, so I did.
I asked him what I should play, and twelve black and white keys came falling from
the sky as he told me to play the keyboard. I asked him what style I should play,
and a burst of confetti fell from the sky and he told me to play all styles. He
then rolled off into the desert, and sadly, I never saw him again. |