I'm listening to the television in another room. My house is too small to entertain both a TV and music unless of course you have some good ear phones or buds. My phones are worn out and I have misplaced my ear buds, the good ones. So I have the door shut and trying to listen to the click of the keyboard. "Click clickclick click clink clickclick click click." Don't laugh. It ain't funny. Let's hear you click out, "The House of the Rising Sun."
That song reminded me of what us 'parrot heads' do at a Jimmy Buffett concert. Of course our enjoyment might be fueled by adult beverages and such.
Thanks for the reminder. Have a kindle copy of the book; even found my copy of 'Venus on the Half-Shell'. Those should keep me busy for a while...