I started playing in the living room a while back. Stuff like Body And Soul, Darn That Dream, Round Midnight, I Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out To Dry, Someone To Watch Over Me and other soft ballads. I can't play fast loud music in that part of the house. And guess what? Some of the wife's plants that were dying came back to life.

Of coure nothing is as soothing as a great soft ballad on a tenor sax. A high pitched screeching alto won't work unless it's David Sanborn playing Try A Little Tenderness or Smoke Gets In Your Eyes etc.

With some of the harder edged blues and synth stuff that I play, the plants should be dead by now I think.. LOL. they aren't though. Maybe I sprinkle enough easy jazz and ballads to keep em alive

AJ

For those interested, check what "the other side" says: http://koning.ecsu.ctstateu.edu/music.html

Please note I'm not taking the so called "scientist" side, just sharing with you the views of those who claim the experiments were not *scientific*.

-- José.

I wonder how the Amazon parrot I'm taking from my mom is going to fair... He'll be living right next to the studio room. Perhaps I'll have to move him upstairs when the music gets too loud ior intense.

AJ

Hi Jose

Interesting huh?

Makes one wonder about who's really right. Have you ever noticed from time to time in the latest news the scientific world comes up with some study that took many years to do and cost a zillion dollars and it was common knowledge that everybody knew from kids on?

The opposing viewpoints here and on almost any subject reminds me of something I once heard. [Q]:What's the definition of an expert. [A]:Anybody that lives 15 or more miles away.

Well this much I do know, my three cats do have musical likes and dislikes. One of them loves to lay on top of the dust cover of my old BSR turntable when I play the old scratchy 78's.

AJ: I know one thing, I wouldn't recommend a perch above your keyboard. lol.

One last thought while thinking of birds. Many years ago my great-uncle Leo drove all the way from South America to Wisconsin with a parrot sitting on the stearing wheel. What a picture that creates huh? I wonder how many pairs of pants he took with him on the trip.

Scott