I was sixteen when I first met my now brother-in-law, Dustin. He was a seventeen-year-old (twelve-year-old looking) young man with a haircut that resembled a foam microphone windscreen. In fact, my sisters and I called him "Microphone Head." (Girls can be so mean!). I might also add, just for visual interest, that he was also wearing knock-off Birkenstocks with socks. Why am I telling you this? Because by looking at this GQ babe now, you would never know it. Yes. I just called my brother-in-law a babe. Get over it.
Me and Dustin at Le Pavillon Hotel in New Orleans
I've known Dustin for a long time (even longer than the Glediator) and he is one of my very best friends. My initial mockery of his hair and Birks with socks was chastised when I heard him play the piano in my home a few weeks after we met. There is nothing in this world that compares to seeing and hearing Dustin play the piano. Your jaw will fall to the floor in marvel.
Dustin started playing at the age of three and gave his first recital to a sold out crowd at a three hundred seat auditorium. Twenty-six years later, after scores of competitions and soloing with symphonies across the globe he is still at the top of his game at the Manhattan School of Music. Our family just returned from attending a solo concert he was invited to give at Loyola University in New Orleans. He was incredible. (To purchase Dustin's album "Live at Wigmore Hall," head on over to itunes or Napster!)
We are so proud of you Dustin. Way to go! Enjoy these highlights from Dustin's killer performance: