Different cultures, different vocal physiologies, and different mechanisms of hearing certainly make for interesting music nights.
Of all the past human phenomena that proved endlessly fascinating, the one that Rael could not turn away from was ‘channel surfing’. Every time either one of them found themselves at the other’s residence, Rael always let Shayde have the entertainment remote.
Not because she had good taste, but because what she did fascinated him.
Even the humans used to limited entertainments picked a select few channels to view. Or selected series based on their interests and rarely strayed.
Shayde wanted to view them all. No filters (though she did finally put some on the gore and sex content) no restrictions… just hopping from channel to channel to see what was playing.
And not once did she ever succeed in going 'round the horn’.
This time, she stopped at a music show. According to her expression, it was due to the train wreck factor.
“Who th’ fook is this, then?”
Rael looked. “Ah. They called themselves the Common Band. They composed and played music based on the sounds and words all known species could appreciate.”
“That’s two hundred words an’ about three notes if ye don’t count half an’ quarter tones,” said Shayde. “That’s nuts…”
“Bethoven got a symphony out of two notes,” countered Rael.
“It’s unbelievable.” She dialed up information on them from her personal info-reader. “And they’re a hit?”
“For forty years,” sighed Rael. “They have a very wide fan-base.”
“How th’ fook can anyone get forty hits out of two hundred words and three notes?”
“You would be amazed,” said Rael. He hoped she’d pick up the remote again, but a new song was starting.
“Ee, this one’s catchy…”
Damn. Too late. The Common Band had found another fan.
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