Thats ok. I'm deaf and when I listen don't know if it's me, or it's the mix.

One of my pet peeves with a lot of modern music even when my ears were perfect before the chemo wrecked them in June was I didn't get the words. Not something new either.

The girl with colitis goes by." (Real lyric: "The girl with kaleidoscope eyes," Beatles)

"Olive, the other reindeer." (Real lyric: "All of the other reindeer.")

"The ants are my friends, they're blowing in the wind." (Real lyric: "The answer is blowing in the wind," Bob Dylan.)

I have to go every 4 weeks and do the word comprehension test, after which they calibrate my hearing aids so they pick up kids screaming in the grocery store and amplify them so that it sounds like a jet plane, the the carts crash and I turn them off. So when I listen to music I know sort of count the times I don't understand anything and take note of it.

When it comes to women, if I hear them, I still can't understand them. Just ask my wife.

John Conley
Musica est vita