How deep is your musician soul?

I don’t mind listening to any kind of music, be it heavy metal, rap, R&B, pop, country, jazz, classical, polka, salsas, vocal groups, 80’s, etc.

I try to listen to music that doesn’t involve sex, drugs, beer, violence, testimonies about nothing, etc. daily.

I talk about music that doesn’t involve sex, drugs, beer, violence, testimonies about nothing, etc. to people who don’t really want to listen.

I sometimes use different chord progressions as similes and metaphors when I’m speaking to people or writing something.

When I have to spend extended periods of time in the bathroom, I sing parodies of songs, such as, “Oops I Farted Again” “Vibrating Ducky” “So Constipated” “In-Flu-enza-ah-ah” “What The Hell Is That Smell”, etc.

I head-bang to Chattanooga Choo Choo.

I can just sit idle and not be bored because, in my brain, I can work out the difficult parts in a new song I’m trying to learn.

I can play at least 3 different musical instruments with panache.

I’ve named all of the instruments I play.

I try to play an instrument everyday, sometimes for 2 hours or so.

I have lengthy conversations with my instrument.

When I successfully finish a difficult piece, I thank my instrument and tell it how beautiful it is.

I’ve selected my favorite instrument and, on occasion, have slept with it in my bed after tucking it in and singing it a lullaby.

When I’m sad or mad, I go into my room, lock the door, and put the soothing sounds of Irish flutes in my CD player.

When I’m making breakfast, I sing good morning to the world.

I have written a song.

I have written a song and made lyrics for it.

I have written a song, made lyrics for it, and sung it in front of people.

I’ve named my pets after famous composers.

I plan to or already have named my children after famous composers.

There’s a musician forum on my favorites list that I go to every day and post at.

I get magazines and newsletters from music groups and music fan clubs.

Listening to Beethoven’s fingers flying across piano keys turns me on.

I listen to music while having sex.

I wish I could go back in time and make love to Mozart.

When I’m having sex, I can apply it to the Hungarian dance.

When I’m having sex, I mentally toil over what dynamic I’m experiencing.

I want a room in my house to be entirely dedicated to music, music history, music books, and instruments. And I want it to have wallpaper made out of different sheet music.

For my next birthday, all I want is a new metronome, 3 more new pieces of music to play, and a cup that says ‘I LOVE MUSIC’. And maybe a few note key chains.

I believe Mozart is the greatest genius of all time.

When I get rich, I’m going to start an institution for talented, but luckless musicians.

I look up music jokes online in my free time. (What’s the difference between an onion and a clarinet?)

I have a job that has something musical in it.

I deeply loathe the radio.

I strongly believe Music should be a religion.

I’m involved in a Music cult.

I’ve taught a deaf person how to play a musical instrument.

I’ve taught a blind person how to play a musical instrument.

When I’m on the computer, I’m either sequencing a song, learning new progressions on MusicTheory.net, emailing my musical friends, posting on my musician forum, or making a quiz on how deep your musician soul is.

Playing music MAKES ME HAPPY.