Do you like music?

[tree_]

What do you like about it?

[spike]

The grooves

[E.H. Ruddock]

Are there people that don’t like music?

[spike]

the chords

[spike]

the strings

[spike]

they brings

[spike]

melody

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Are there people that don’t like music?

Yes. Or mostly apathetic.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

yes

but sometimes i don't feel like listening to it

[epilogue]

When someone says they don't like music, what they mean is they aren't some obsessive hipster douche about music and/or that they like music that their friends don't respect. Everyone likes music.

[tree_]

i don't know about that

from the website Google.com:

Musical anhedonia is a neurological condition characterized by an inability to derive pleasure from music. People with this condition, unlike those suffering from music agnosia, can recognize and understand music but fail to enjoy it.

[epilogue]

I was being a hipster douche in my post, tree.

[Anders]

I agree that (nearly) everyone likes music, but there are lots of people that just listen to whatever is on the radio or the club they are dancing at. Now they might have spotify, but people like that never used to own much (or even any) music.

If you love going to concerts, write and talk about music, collect it, discuss it, explore it, and your partner is neither of those things, that can be a challenge.

[JuanHamm]

I can't imagine listening to the radio in 2022. I'd rather drive in silence than deal with the ads and bland, corporate music.

[doug rr]

while in the car i only listen to the local classical station or news radio

[BurtReynolds]

I used to know this hippy guy that asked us if we liked music, then he tried to sell us some burned CDs he made.

[tree_]

Original music?

[tree_]

listened to some music last night. i liked it

[tree_]

sometimes i enjoy the music that plays with moving pictures, believe it or not it is true sometimes. but some other times i don't like it at all