The Slo-Man cannot read music. He finds western classic music notation binding and constricted. It may have made perfect sense hundreds of years ago when pens were quills and making dots and flowing marks was easier to do. The arbitrary names of notes and disorderly collection of notes in a scale disturb his need for order in his head.
He does like music of all kinds, though he thinks a lot of modern hip-hop and rap is pretentious and modern R&B unnecessarily warbly. He has talked about this in previous posts such as this critique of the Grammys and The LastWord wrote this one on Les Paul’s birthday.
Reading has always been one of his vices.
So how great would it have been to do what the bus rider in this story is able to do!