Nearly none of his "music-inspired" efforts get spared some hollering in a show of smug bravado, or foot-stomping, or the clapping of hands or the slapping of thighs, all about as artful and subtle as a jokester's "get it" elbow jab to the ribs.
Or the hitter in a baseball game trying to concentrate on making contact with a small sphere coming at him at over 90 miles per hour while prone to curving or sinking at any time, all while tuning out 40, 000 or so screaming, clapping fans trying to energize the pitcher.