My experience has some in common with Veery's. When my life was not going the right direction I found refuge and relief in music. I rediscovered good music in my 20's, first with Tchaikovsky's piano concerto#1. Then I started listening to Mozart and actually paying attention and a whole universe opened up. I read about and listened to everything, from Miles to Fela to Pygmy polyphonies to Bach, Respighi or Janacek. I grew up hearing Maurice Andre during car trips or at home with my parents and rediscovered that too, and was totally taken by it. From as long as I can remember I used to breathe in rythmic patterns and even hum while breathing, even in these strenuous Alpine hikes. I had that urge in me to get music out but I never learned as a kid. Being unable to play was a tremendous frustration and even compounded with depression issues I had at the time. Then I decided that I had do something. So I got my life in order, did away with bad habits and toxic acquaintances and started to learn an instrument. I wanted something with a vast repertoire and plenty of genres, that I would power with my breath. Saxophones were to darn expensive. I thought about clarinet but all these fingerings... My oldest childhood memory of being excited about music was with Louis Armstrong, and my favorite listening at the time of my life change were Miles and M.A., so the choice kinda imposed itself. Life's up and downs have kept me away from the horn at times but I never let go of it and always carried it in my travels, expecting the moment I could start playing again. I'm there now and loving every minute of it, even the bad days, even the inconsistency, the limitations, all of it.