Musiikki palvelee siinä mielessä, että se vie mukaan. Enimmäkseen kuuntelen thrash ja death metal -musaa. Se on oiva kanava päästä eroon sisäisestä turhautumisesta, aggressiosta ja välillä se myös vahvistaa hyvää oloa. On paljon hyviä bändejä, Atrophy, Evildead, Xentrix ja niiden sanoitukset käsittelevät lähinnä politisia, yhteiskunnallisia ja sosiaallisia asioita. Varsinkin juoksulenkillä on kiva kun korvissa soi jotain nopeaa, kovaa ja aggresiivista 
Kuuntelumahdollisuuksia ei ole nyt niin paljon, kun lapset ja naisystävä ei oikein voi ymmärtää tuota örinää 
Tämän lisäksi on välillä kiva rauhassa oikeasti kuunnella jotain. David Bowie, varsinkin vanhempaa ja ihan uutta on kiva kuunnella. Se antaa mielikuvituksella tilaa. Se pystyy minut ainakin vieman pois johonkin toiseen maailmaan. Bob Dylan on hyvä, mahtavia tarinoita välillä sen biisien sanoitukset.
Tässä on oiva esimerkki mahtavasta tarinasta. Se on Travelling Wilburys biisi:
“Tweeter And The Monkey Man”
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man
Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey Line
So they hopped into a stolen car took Highway 99
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell
The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill
It was out on thunder road - Tweeter at the wheel
They crashed into paradise - they could hear them tires squeal
The undercover cop pulled up and said “Everyone of you’s a liar
If you don’t surrender now it’s gonna go down to the wire”
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell
An ambulance rolled up, a state trooper close behind
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory
Next day the undercover cop was-a hot in pursuit
He was taking the whole thing personal
He didn’t care about the loot
Jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught
In Jersey anything’s legal as long as you don’t get caught
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell
Someplace by Rahway prison they ran out of gas
The undercover cop had cornered them said “Boy, you didn’t think that this could last”
Jan jumped out of bed said “There’s someplace I gotta go”
She took a gun out of the drawer and said “It’s best if you don’t know”
The undercover cop was found face down in a field
The monkey man was on the river bridge using Tweeter as a shield
Jan said to the Monkey Man “I’m not fooled by Tweeter’s curl
I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl”
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell
Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again
I’m sitting in a gambling club called the Lion’s Den
The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news show that the Monkey Man was on
I guess I’ll go to Florida and get myself some sun
There ain’t no more opportunity here, everything’s been done
Sometime I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan
Sometimes I don’t think about nothing but the Monkey Man
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they’re standing
Never saw them when they fell
