I love music, all sorts of genres, artists. My iPod is crammed full of my favorite songs.
That being said, it is other people’s music that gets on my nerves. I can hear it even better than they can. This is because it is played so *%^#@! loud. The contractors working on a house, the tree fellers, and Power Company, all make a lot of their own noise, which is why they turn up the volume.
I completely get wanting tunes while you work. I wear my iPod when I clean or ask Alexa to play something for me.
It never occurred to me to share my music with the entire neighborhood. I am selfish in that regard. I assume that not everyone in earshot is a fan of Aerosmith or Billy Idol. I also keep Guns and Roses to the confines of my earbuds.
So many times a week I have to suppress the knee-jerk response when they turn up their boom box. I want to scream out my window –
“Tomorrow we are listening to MY playlist!”
and my personal favorite,
“Hey!, Loud music attracts bears, ya know!”
I do love our local musician who plays the trumpet. He wraps up his evening selection (two or three classical tunes) with Taps. Then he stops. It could be that she stops, I am assuming that males are more inclined to play the trumpet.
Now that I am pondering this, it is possible we are not even talking about a trumpet. It could be a saxophone. Maybe even an Obo. The only string instrument I know is the piano. I don’t care if it is a clarinet or a kazoo. It is beautiful. Hubby and I always stop what we are doing and just listen. The dog even listens.
It is always at dusk when he plays, so I can’t wander about in the forest to figure out who it is. Someday, I hope to figure it out. I just want to send a Thank You card. Maybe, some cookies.
♥ TTFN ♥