Okay, I offered him some pasta and asked if my music was disturbing him and he said no thank you and that it wasn't.
I’m off the hook. :’)
Also my mum just got home, walked in, smiled and said, “music!” because I usually don’t listen to my music out loud. Then she came back a second later and this happened:
Mum: What are you listening to? [Complicated Situation playing] Me: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Mum: Ohh. Me: Have you heard of them? Mum: No, but I quite like this type of thing, harmonicas and guitars. [mimes playing both instruments] Me: Yay! So you like it? Mum: Yes, it’s a bit like what I used to listened to, not just the Rolling Stones, but Bob Dylan and stuff… Well anyway, I’m going to watch TV. Me: Okay, and don’t worry, I’ll be gone in a minute. Mum: No that’s okay, I’m not much into Dancing With The Stars, it’s just something to do.
Then she came back a few minutes later.
[Devil’s Waitin’ playing] Mum: That’s nice. But the problem is I’d really have to concentrate on the lyrics… like always. Me: Awh. Mum: But no, that’s very nice. Who is again? Me: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Mum: Black who Club? Me:[laughs] Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Mum: It’s funny, it doesn’t sound like motor… clubs. (I think she mean’t motorcycles). They’re like [makes motorbike noises], very noisy, you know? So, since when have they been around? Me: Their first album came out around 2000 I think. Mum: Ahh, yeah… long after my time. Where are they from? Me: America. Mum: Mm! Look, Willow likes it too. [points to Willow sleeping on chair]
Eeeee! ^__^ So happy right now. I’m going to lend her Howl, which contains the two songs she commented on, and is one of my all time favourite albums ever.