I know Hemingway and bullfighting are out of fashion. However, I think Hemingway can give us a good analogy from his book "Death in the Afternoon." He said that one would need to go to a hundred bullfigths to see a perfect one. I think playing music on our stereos can be comparable. (And to a certain degree going to hear a live concert, which I have done over a hundred times with just classical music. I once heard Joshua Bell conduct Beethoven's 6th and I walked out of the concert hall saying, "He ruined it.)
Music can be lovely, calming, and all those other modifiers, but maybe once in a hundred times am I sitting on the edge of my seat, filled with the spirit of music (which may have been humanity's first form of communication) am I filled with the absolute spirit of music.

