My mother forced me to take piano lessons as a child. I never liked to play the piano. I would only practice before my recitals. This was because I did not want to embarrass myself. These recitals were quite nerve-racking. I have always had sweaty hands. When I get really nervous, my hands produce tears. I would use the recital programs as paper towels. All of this led me to despise the piano as an instrument. Queen’s Love Of My Life (1975) makes me fall in love with the piano whenever it plays. The piano never sounded more beautiful to me. It is not so bad after all.