Oh, you know, I was playing in a band like everybody else at the time. We were a quintet: lead and rhythm guitars, bass, drums, and me banging away on piano. We called ourselves the Boys from Birmingham. We worshiped the trinity: Elvis, Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis. In another universe maybe we were the Beatles. Maybe even slightly tighter, though, because we had formal training—although to our parents’ horror we had no interest at all in playing classically.
