Me pooping in the toilet, though it may occasionally resemble a crescendo, is pretty nonmusical. However, while doing such activity, I often enjoy listening to the elusive, ever-changing rhythms of the ceiling vent fan. One day I’m gonna sample that fan. While pooping.
On a more serious note I think a big part of what music “is” is the subjective perception of sounds or vibrations as a pattern of some kind over a span of time, whether organized or nonorganized.
I often wonder how animals perceive music, if they just hear it as noise or if they sense or feel some kind of different quality about it.
If music is playing in the woods, and only a bear is there to hear it, is it music?