LB loves music. One kind at a time. He started with Peter and the Wolf as a pup. Moved briefly to Gary Gilmour’s eyes, the Beatles and then to Keane. Keane were a keeper. We had a good three years with a constant Keane backdrop. It will be many years before I can hear a Keane track without sobbing. Thinking about the opening bars of Walnut Tree brings me out in a cold sweat.
But then it was over for Keane. Dropped overnight and replaced by drum and bass. Constant tinnitus. Relentless, tiny, teeny, tuneless noise. All the time. All.the.fucking.time.
“GET HIM SOME HEADPHONES DOPEY BOLLOCKS”, I hear you scream.
Mmm.. Yep, we’ve tried that. He has an ipod which he uses a lot. He spent the whole of Saturday creating drum and bass playlists on it. He now has 134 playlists, each with one song on. But he grazes around, plugging in D&B before you realise; on youtube on a computer, or his ipod in the docking station. Or he has the D&B so loud you can hear it through the headphones.
Stopping him is like trying to catch the bar of soap in the bath. Day in, day out. It drives me crazy-aceventura bedshaped.
That is wonderful that he has a love of music. I had not heard of Keane before … but I have now listened to some of their music. He has good taste. 🙂
I totally understand where you are coming from in regards to the headphones. My son loves to listen to movies on an old iPhone but headphones would just not be possible.
Thanks for sharing on Life on the Spectrum
Thanks bronwyn and delighted you like keane!
Great idea to link all the autism parent blogs. I’ve just got to work out how to link back to you 🙂
I am glad that you like the blog link. I have updated the post to include the code on how to link … however if you have trouble just send me a email 🙂
Happy to have found your blog. We’re at the beginning of our journey on the spectrum and I love being able to read about other real experiences to balance out the chaos of rest of it in my head right now.
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