I know there are Deaf/HoH folks out there who are very musically inclined.
Tate, not so much.
Oh, he enjoys hearing music, but making it? Well, to be fair, he will frequently sing songs of his own creation, but they definitely fall more into the category of "a joyful noise" than actual music.
And I forget, sometimes, to go to the effort to expose him (and his brothers) to music at home, though I love music myself. In fact, because of his hearing loss, I probably play less music around the house than I would have otherwise. Sometimes it's just extra noise that he has to filter out in order to hear what he wants/needs to hear, and other times... well, with three talkative and otherwise noisy boys running at a pretty high volume fairly often, sometimes I just want the quiet. And in the van, with all the road noise, we have to have the music pretty loud for him to hear it at all, which means it's a choice between listening to music OR having a conversation, but not both.
I'm working on it. I'm trying to expand their musical horizons beyond The Beach Boys, Johnny Cash, Chuck Berry, Mark Knopfler, Chet Atkins, and the Chipmunks. I'm getting a wee bit weary of Surfin' Safari.
So the other night I pulled out a CD of Tchaikovsky, cranked up the volume, and we all listened to the 1812 Overture.
Oh my goodness. I've never seen Wyatt so excited by a piece of music. Tate and I stretched out on the floor and I put his hand on the speaker. The music is fairly complex, and I can only assume that he might not be hearing all the interwoven harmonies.
But he heard the cannons. Oh yes, he heard the cannons. Classical music is anything but dull. I mean, hey... any time you can work in artillery, you pretty much have a captive audience at my house.