Now that we’re on the subject, I’ve done that too during some autistic meltdowns.
Years ago, I noticed that when I listened to Pontic music, I couldn’t make head or tail of it: not a single note, not a single rhythm, not a single word—just an irritating whine with no coherence, no development, no difference from one piece to the next. And I thought, I need to learn how to listen to it. I put all the Pontic music I had scattered across various records, along with a couple of entirely Pontic albums, onto one or two cassette tapes, and for a while I played them and listened to them incessantly. Not to learn how to play it, but to learn how to listen to it.
Eventually it became unbearable and I stopped. (Imagine listening day and night to music you don’t like, don’t understand, and which nobody has even forced on you!!) It worked, though. It didn’t produce immediate results, but later, when I came across some piece of information such as “the tik is in five”, I could search the tapes, find a tik, say, “Ah, that’s it! I remember it”, then search for the five-beat rhythm amid the chaos of the daouli and the lyra, and so, little by little—in combination with a few arrangements of Pontic songs I knew, which were closer to my own ear—the picture began to become clearer.
I did the same thing with Cretan music: “Why does it say syrtos here, kondylies there, something else over there, but they all sound the same?” I put all the syrtoi on one cassette, all the kondylies on another, and so on, and again (with less self-torture) I learned how to listen to those too.