Music is constantly on at my house, never on the same genre though. If my dad, when my dad gets to choose the tunes it is usually talk radio. Am 620 talking about finance and stuff. The harsh sounds pierce my ears Listening to that is like being dragged through a 9th hour english lecture over and over and over. If they aren't talking about finance, the radio is sad because of some terrible event that took place. When my mom gets ahold of the hearing space, she is usually jammin to some Jesus music. She is like a little church girl that loves church music.
My brother, when he get ahold of the radio restrain the kids and watch out. The sounds that come out of the radio are like screaming snakes from San Antonio. His music is garbage. He typically is bumping some bad ghetto beats, or some 90’s punk rock band. The sounds that come out of the speakers should not be considered music, If they bottled it up and sent it to guantanamo bay there would be no terrorist attacks...ever. The speakers are begging for the torture to stop. The speakers are turned into an ear bomb.
My music taste is excellent. The sound coming out of the speakers are beautiful melodies, great messages and just not garbage. Garbage is what i'm surrounded with. But I try to amend that, it never works.