Mr. Mister "Kyrie"

Isn't odd that we didn't like going to church as kids, but we had no problem playing church at home? My brother served as priest, our stuffed animals were parishioners and I happily played the organ (which happened to be either my dad's old Magnus organ or my Casio keyboard). While teaching myself how to play the keyboards, I specialized in church music. When my brother decided I needed to learn new material, he swiped the hymnal from church one Sunday afternoon. My mother later make him return it.

Gloria Estefan - "1-2-3"

Unlike most normal teenagers, I spent a lot of time playing my Yamaha keyboard in my basement when no one was home.  Why?  Well, I wasn't exactly a good player since I was self-taught and always seemed to be a tick or two behind the rhythm (something I would later discover when I stepped onto the dance floor).  So I used the time when no one was around to perfect my craft.  I felt it was my duty since my grandparents were musicians and they both hoped someone in the family would carry on the tradition.  While most people I know were spending their allowance on music (CDs, cassettes, concerts), I purchased sheet music in order to play today's hits on my trusty Yamaha.  One such song that I learned to play was Gloria Estefan's "1-2-3".  Most embarrassing about jamming out to this song is that I would normally be playing so loudly in the basement that I wouldn't hear my parents come home.  This led to my parents flashing the basement hallway lights to let me know when they were home...which usually signaled the end of my concert.