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I’ve noticed that up at the lake I lack the need for music as background noise. Something about the waves and birds makes music redundant. I realize that music as a human construction is older than urban life, but for pre-electronic age people music was something they made themselves, an act of creation, while for me music is something I merely buy, an act of consumption, and listen to because the suburb my parents live in is so quiet… hearing noise from the outer world indicates a problem: a car with a bad muffler, most likely. The lake provides its own relaxing music for me.