TallyMan wrote:
I very rarely listen to music and much prefer total silence and quiet. Music generally distracts me. However, some low volume classical music such as Beethoven can help me to concentrate on difficult tasks sometimes.
I do like music and have quite an eclectic taste, but when I listen to music it is the only thing I'm doing - i.e. I can't do something else at the same time. Maybe its some sort of sensory integration issue?
I dislike supermarket music and the endless music pumped out in various stores. I sometimes walk out of a store because of the music irritating me. It seems everyone needs to be immersed in music nowadays for some bizarre reason. Nobody can bear silence.

This entire post is very much like what I would have said.
I have often walked out of stores because of the music. I don't mind a bit of instrumental music playing
quietly in the background, but when I'm trying to pick out the item I need from the store, I don't want to hear Bette Midler belting out, "DID YOU EVER KNOW THAT YOU'RE MY HEEEEEROOOOO!! !! !" And if I walk into a coffee shop or something, and the music is so loud that I can't place my order (which it frequently is), then they won't get my business.
Many years ago I was in the Air Force, and the one thing that I hated about it, more than anything else, is that everyone had to be listening to music constantly. This was before the days of ipods and that kind of thing, so people listened to music on giant, booming speakers. There would be Wham! blasting from the room next door, Def Leppard blasting from the room next door on the other side, and Prince blasting from across the hall. I don't hate any of that music, but I don't want to hear it all mixed together, and I don't want to be forced to hear it against my will.
And then at work, my first boss listened to some kind of adult contemporary, which was stuff like Barry Manilow. All day long. Then I moved into an office where they had a country station playing constantly, so not only did we have the stupid music, but also the innate chatter of the D.J.'s.
If you complain, people just look at you like you have three eyes.