One Man’s Trash is Another Man’s Treasure, One Man’s Noise is Another Man’s Music

One day I came into the yoga studio and heard the most lovely music.

“Vivaldi?” I asked the owner.


“Lute concerto?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s really good. I’m surprised you got that.”

Meh, Vivaldi is really easy to identify.

Or, maybe not, I don’t know. It is for me, but I’ve had a lover affair with Baroque, Classical and Romantic era music all my life. I even enjoy a bit of the early modern stuff, too.

Oft times, when someone hears I’m a classical music lover, the response is, “Oh, I like some Jazz.”

That’s nice and all, but why tell me? The relationship between classical and jazz is basically, they’re both music for people who don’t like overproduced, overplayed, three chord pop crap.

Beyond that? Bupkis.

Classical music has structure. Jazz doesn’t. Classical music was written by men who studied for years, even decades before putting pen to paper. Jazz is the squawking of drunken, high “musicians” who can’t follow a meter.

I don’t like Jazz. I like music.

Like classical, and heavy metal.

Generally, the reaction I get when people learn those are my two main musical tastes is, “No way. Classical and heavy metal?”


Heavy metal is a classical form of music. It just includes angry Vikings screaming at the tops of their lungs.

Then again, that’s what opera (another form of classical music I absolutely lover) amounts to. According to Pavarotti, anyway.

But herein lies the rub.

I love these seemingly disparate forms of music that so many people hate. That most people consider to be noise. As I consider the garbage they like to be noise.

Just as one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, so is one man’s noise another man’s music.