Interview & words by Rachael Mackenzie Music was definitely around when I was growing up. My mum belting out UB40 and Shaggy was, mortifyingly, the soundtrack to my childhood. My dad plays in an orchestra and composes for fun, handwriting scores at the dining table as if this is a totally normal activity. Vacays chez Nana were basically theory and harmony courses with the occasional choc ice.But never did the miniature me, the girl whose purple sparkly violin bow gave her the EDGE at Saturday...