When it comes to basic home repairs -- audible drips, pipes that groan, drains that gurgle, and things that otherwise go bump in the night -- I'm not totally inept, thank you very much. I may not be a deft hand with the wrench, but I can switch on a stereo.
For the modest price of some decent speakers, over the years I've fixed the grumbling of the toilet, a rattle in my refrigerator motor, and the plunk, plunk, plunk between my shower and fireplace just by blasting Beethoven, Beach House, or Wilco.
Funny how they never teach these basic survival skills in school. The stereo works magic on a car as well. That annoying sound your brakes are making or the tap-tap-tap under the hood? Gone. It's all a matter of volume and adjusting the bass. Recently I silenced a squeak in the rear wheel with the proper application of some Screaming Jay Hawkins.
A disclaimer here: A stereo won't fix everything. I've found even Bartok won't repair a severed cable, fix a short, sew a button, or mend a broken heart. That's why god gave us duct tape.