So I spent my middle, teenage years plunged into this world of tape recording and I remember my father, who was a painter, and he had his studio in the apartment and he worked at home, mostly at night. My mother was a church secretary, working at the Riverside Church which was a few blocks away from us, from where we lived in Morningside Heights. So again, this was a normal... this was the world that I had grown up in and it was normal. In retrospect, of course, it's not normal to have a father who is a painter who works in what used to be the dining room of the apartment. So in my own way, with sound, I was kind of recreating that... his environment because I had my own little mini studio and I was doing whatever I could with sound, and he would come in occasionally, my bedroom was right off the kitchen of the apartment. It used to be what was the maid's room of this apartment which was built some time, as I said, in the late 19th century. And he was encouraging and he could easily not have been. Not when you knew the kind of person he was but what does a parent say about what a kid does? He said, this is really great, what you're doing here and that, along with musique concrète kind of made me think, this is something. And I later on, got a job at a local radio station, cataloguing their record collection and doing odd jobs. This was as a teenager. So that was the world that I was living in as a teenager was that world, but I saw no way to continue this into some other... what would I do for real? We had nothing to do with that world. My father was a painter, as I said. My mother was a church secretary. So I... the path from here to there was not very clear.