"My dad was a pretty musical guy, and one day he bought me a trumpet. I started playing around and eventually learned 'When the Saints Come Marching In' and a couple of other standards. But I couldn't make my lip do quite what it was supposed to, and I realised that I wouldn't be able to sing if I was playing the trumpet, and I liked singing. So I decided to try the guitar, but it was a right-handed one because they hardly ever made left-handed guitars then. I couldn't figure out how to play it correctly. Eventually I turned the strings around and finally it felt good and I could play."
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