"Does it sound like that chanting you did when you came in here?" Cobb's tone was a little judgmental. It didn't sound like good music to him. It didn't even sound like chanting, certainly not like the kind they did in the mines.

If that was country music Cobb didn't want anything to do with it.

He liked music well enough. It was relaxing. He didn't think he knew enough musical terms to explain things to Kyle in a way that would make sense.

"Can hum you a little of what I like?"