Chris told me a story today, par-for-the-course of his abusive upbringing. How his father never gave one shred of support or validation to anything Chris did.
Chris was about age 12. He had self-taught himself to play piano, and was pretty good. His father, who had refused to pay for lessons, didn’t know any of this. There was a school recital, and Chris performed beautifully. The teacher came up to Chris’ father afterwards, gushing, “You must be so proud!”
Chris’ father was dumbfounded. All he could say was, “Thank you.”
“After that,” Chris told me, “For my next birthday, my dad bought me an air organ.”
“Oh, it was a toy,” he shook his head.
If you look it up online, you’ll see it’s true.
At first, I thought Chris had said “air guitar”. That’s about the size of it.