When I saw someone winding up the Victrola "talking machine" & placing the needle down on the disc whirling about at 78 revolutions pr. minute I knew that heaven was about to enter the room-through my ears.
Caruso would be singing. It was more lovely and compelling even than the whistling trains and the songs of birds.
Paderewski would be playing Chopin.
I was in love.
I became a musician before I played a note.