It began with a segment on 60 Minutes - a child prodigy, barely old enough to walk, positively shredding the 3rd movement of the Tchaikovsky concerto. It brought tears to my eyes. Not because the music was in any way sad, but because it was so nearly perfect. I decided to heed my emotions and ignore the adult-beginner taboos and horror stories. Two weeks later I started private lessons - that was over six years ago. I'm happy to report that the love affair only gets better.