When I was a teenager I played hours on the piano and my father would come home from work and watch tv lying on the couch nearby and turn up the volume – my piano playing drove him nuts. I didn’t mind since we were both realizing our dreams.
Grateful he wasn’t the kind of guy to freak out and stop me from playing. That might have derailed becoming the musician I am.
Truth is I’m never really comfortable practicing unless there’s a loud tv or radio on in the background.