Musical Things I Do Not Need From My Roommate

Extra syncopated rhythm and “harmony” to whatever song I’m listening to as he walks into the apartment. 

His need to always turn his music one notch louder in the extremely live and splashy sounding kitchen whenever I don’t use headphones.

Riffing complete with “C’mon”s on songs that do not need “C’mon”s.

Singing songs from Disney’s Hercules.

Belting at 7 o’clock in the morning.

Assuming that because I told him that Ska usually has horns in it and I played in a Ska band once then every band that has ever used a horn is “the type of music I listen to”.

Musical Things I Do Not Mind From My Roommate:

He plays the keyboard decently and let’s me noodle around on it.

Asking “Is this you?” when I’m listening to Andrew Jackson Jihad.

Although he sings like a broadway recording, he is not delusional about his voice and actually can sing fairly well.

Whether or not he dislikes my music is irrelevant, he is respectful about it and never says things like “What the hell are you listening to?”. He also never asks me to stop or put in headphones when he walks in the middle of me practicing or blasting music. I respect that kind of openness so we have an unspoken truce.

…except for Disney’s Hercules.