Yesterday I was driving Scott to the beach and turned up the music. Normally, I turn the music low so that he doesn't complain that he wants to hear this or that song, but this time, he just complained about everything. That song is annoying... That's so annoying... Oh man... too much goes into music to be simply heard and hated. Enough hate. I've become more appreciate of different kinds of music, but at the same time, more discriminatory in what I consider good music. Sometimes it takes a few listens. It's not enough to be heard. And it's not just the lyrics, or the instrumental. It's what drives the music that you have to listen for. Some people just don't see it that way.