Music

I really do not like the sort of music 'D' listens to. It's loud, thumping, and I cannot understand a single word the singers say. Sounds like a bunch of noise to me. 'D' really seems to enjoy it. His eyes close, his head moves to and fro. I think he looks like an idiot to be honest, sitting there, bobbing to this awful sound he calls music.
I guess music to ones ear is noise to another's. What I call music is, the sound the wrapper of a slice of process cheese makes when it's peeled off. The sound of the refrid door opening. The sound of the backdoor squeeking open. The sound of hard cat food hitting the cat dish. The sound of birds that chatter outside the window. The sound of 'D&Ds' voice, each and every day.
Now, if they could make a CD of that, it would be number on one the billboard charts with a bullet.
Of course I can hear things 'D&D' cannot. I can hear them as the walk over the gravel that covered the backyard. I can hear a car door slam 1/2 a block away.
Oh, and of course, I think the whole neighborhood hears the sound when 'D&D' snore.