My earliest training in music was somehow getting accepted into music school in 1956, and ended there and then with a big thud of fat guy hitting the pavement after being thrown off the second story balcony.
Thereafter it was through the radio listning to Italian, German, Russian, Hungarian of course, French and some popular stuff from England via short wave radio. The fidelity really sucked, but still it was a wonderful exposure.
Later in my mid teens, we had to be out by 10 PM, and yes we could drink wine or anything else we could pay for, going to restaurants with friends and listening to lots of Gypsy music. Magical stuff that is. "Primas" lead violinst of a three piece group, one is always the Base fiddle player, somtimes a drummer, somtimes a large item callled a Cimbalom aka, zither, but mauch larger and played with what looks like large Q tips.
A good lead violinist can look you in the eye, and can make cry or laugh with a tune. The rest of the group can and does modulate the tune to great effect.
Other places had piano players. Even today I am partial to piano music, piano jazz etc. I have gotten really tired of Guitar music of most any sort, save jazz, or Classicals or along the lines of Segovia, or Szabo, sad since there is not a piano bar within 60 miles. I have not heard a gypsy band live in more than 40 years.
As for playing, I can make terrible noises on any instrument. My singing is even worse.
There must be moderation in everything, including moderation.