Hi people. I'm not a band, it's just me, so remember it's only one guy doing this. The first instrument I had was a plastic toy clothes iron I found in my back yard when I was about kneecap high. I guess the neighbor girl next door didn't want it. It was blue. For some reason I really liked, no, I cherished it even. It made a cool sound when I hit it. Sort of a muffled thump. I got my first sense of rythmics from it. I began listening to everything and striking objects just to hear it's sound. This was unsatisfactory answer with my parents, and soon I found myself back in my room with my beloved toy iron. Christmas brought harmony into my life. My uncle would play the piano and I would sit on his lap and play the keys. My uncle recognized my talent when he played ragtime tunes and told my parents. That year they all chipped in and got me a real toy piano. Everyone expected me to just jump on the thing, but I was so shocked with joy, all I could do was point at it and cry, pluck a note and cry all over again. Before you knew it I was playing ragtime tunes, which I still hold dear to me.