As second-spawn (had a half-brother, years older and alas.. none-too cerebral) I was a War Orphan (no, not the Spanish/Cheney-grade Invasion.)
being raised by a (in retrospect: superlatively-ept) Mater + various academies.

Can see that I would have wasted-less time/energy in wheel-spinning, had I nearby some inquisitive, quarrelsome cohorts (with similarly developed senses of humour--a necessity, that.)
Was not bereft, of course; had the good fortune to encounter a family of Music-virtuosi, whose cram-course opened that universe (though not quite as far as say, Penderecki.)
I kept their mono-->stereos well-tempered like a klavier, for some recompense.

Carrion, Mr G. Counterpoint is All. Glad you're ~aboard this small oasis amidst that miasma of impertinent detritus, writ too-bloody-Large.