Curious to know if such a person exists. I’ve known people who were not big into music, who had very bland tastes, etc. But never somebody who liked no music whatsoever.
A kid I grew up with. He hated all kinds of music right down to background music in films. If he could have found copies of movies (like Star Wars) without the music I think he would have gone to see a film now and then.
[QUOTE=William Shakespeare]
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus.
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.
[/QUOTE]
(The Merchant of Venice, Act 5, Scene 1)
I grew up with a kid who didn’t like music. In fact, when all of us malcontents were writing band names on our folders and book covers he’d write “music sucks, sports rule!”
To this day he has this mindset. He’s written for local papers and websites covering local sports and never really enjoyed music at all.
I’m one.
I don’t own any CDs or download music. I don’t listen to the radio in the car or at work. I have a hard time understanding people, especially on the phone, when there’s music in the background and find it a distracting annoyance when I’m trying to concentrate. Like the guy kopek mentioned, I’d turn off the soundtrack on movies etc. if I could because then I’d have a much easier time understanding the dialogue. I’d rather listen to white noise or nothing at all during my idle time.
Obviously I’m not going to make a stink about it when I’m in a place with music playing, like a store or restaurant, or when I’m riding in the car with someone who wants to listen to the radio, because I wasn’t raised by wolves, but it’s never something I seek out voluntarily.
If I play something for my sister, that is sung in a foreign language, she has no appreciation for it at all. Which leads me to think that she doesn’t have any appreciation for “music”, only for the feelings that the lyrics elicit. In other words, poetry. But she played first chair clarinet in the high school band and is self taught on the piano, so how can it be that the music alone doesn’t inspire any appreciation in her, if she has no comprehensible lyrics to cling to?
My stepfather. He was a bartender and came to hate any music. The only song he acknowledged liking in his lifetime was Ghost Riders In The Sky, sung by Vaughan Monroe.
You obviously never met my father. He hated all kinds of music, it was all just noise to him. The genre didn’t matter, so the best I can say is that he was equal opportunity about it.