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Quite the opposite, those with good hearing tend to enjoy classical music. That is, I have very poor hearing, almost as bad as the distance to the moon, but I still enjoy classical music, although not exclusively.
Personally, I also believe that the music a person likes depends on their intelligence. But mood also plays a big role. It's unlikely that anyone would listen to the same style of music all day long.
Смысла нет, но вы держитесь там. Удачи, здоровья, хорошего настроения! И пока в кармане пачка милкиуэйев - значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день
I like what sounds good to my ears. I listen to music in the car, sometimes the Beatles, some Soviet classics, and even game soundtracks if they're good.
Joke:
Yesterday, I was at a friend's house, and we were planning to have some vodka or beer, but our wives started nagging, and they ruined our mood with tea.
So, we're sitting there, forcing ourselves to drink tea, and then Tolik (my friend) nudges me under the table with his foot and says, "Let's go out on the balcony and have a smoke!"
I agree, not really understanding, and we head out to the balcony. We get to the balcony, and all he has out there are fishing rods. He grabs two fishing rods and hands one to me. I'm stunned and ask him, "What's going on?" like, did the tea go to your head? And he explains, "Rip the hook off and make a loop!"
At that point, I was really worried about him, thinking that everything was over, that he'd caught a tea squirrel! I said, "Maybe we should just have a smoke instead?" And he replies, "We'll catch a liter right now and drink it here." I tell him, "Are you crazy?" and try to explain that "it's the 8th floor, we have fishing rods, we'll catch a liter, etc." Basically, I'm saying that it's time to call someone from "03" (emergency services)... But he laughs and points down to the neighbor's balcony on the 7th floor. I look, and there are five crates of "white" (alcohol) lined up. I say, "He'll notice, he'll give us a beating," and he says, "Nah, he doesn't drink it; he bought it for his daughter's wedding, but the wedding fell through..."
So, I quickly ripped off the hook, made a loop, and we started "fishing." He caught the first one... We opened it, and it was great. We went back to the kitchen, chatted with our wives, stole some snacks, and went back out to "smoke" again. Basically, we're standing there, drinking, and "catching" the second one. After the fifth sip, we caught it. In short, we got really "high" on the balcony, to the point where we could barely walk. Imagine the look on our wives' faces when we stumbled out of the balcony, both of us clearly drunk, and both of them knew that there was nothing on the balcony except fishing rods. And when asked how we managed to get so drunk, Tolik said, "Carlson helped us!" :)