Human beings are naturally musical. It’s right in there with language. You can’t make all music completely disappear without mass lobotomies or something; taking music out of the brain would decimate it, and take out or screw up a lot of other functions as well.
Man, this actually happened to me recently. First my computer died. So I put all 60 gigs of my music on a work computer (yes, with permission). Then my iPod died. And before I could get another to get the music back off the work computer, I was laid off, and my boss deleted all 60 gigs. About 20 years of collecting music, gone in a few seconds. And I had ripped and sold practically all my CDs. So now I have about 60 tracks, as opposed to 60 gigs, and the world feels like a vacuum to me. If I thought this were permanent, I would at the very least change my medication.
Or an alien anti-music ray.
Cyanide. God, what’s the point?
So, we won’t remember music, but what would happen to dance? You’d remember the moves, but to move to nothing… why that’s just not right.:rolleyes:
Ah, the old 1920’s style deaf ray.
I asked myself this very question, and promptly voted Good Riddance.
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Based on the terms of the OP, which seem to be limited to recorded music (or, to be more generous, previously existing musical pieces), I’d say, no worries. We’ll just make more.
As a complete aside, this is pretty much the premise for the last level in the fantastic Elite Beat Agents on the Nintendo DS.
Yes I’m a dork, why do you ask? 
This. And on a purely selfish level, there goes one of my major talents. 
It would be like I took the Chevy to levy and the levy was dry…
Somebody should write a song about it.
Bugger the cyanide - I would kill them or go down trying.
To me, music is life.
Good God, that’s awful!
I would feel suicidal.
Completely content. I’m one of the very few people for which music does absolutely nothing for me. Whatever emotional response people get from music, I’m missing that part of my brain.
I would be cracking open my big ruby cyanide ring, and making myself some death tea.
It wouldn’t bother me tons, 'cause I can’t help but keep a beat to the windshield wipers. Music would find a way.
I don’t remember dreams often, but nearly every single day I wake up with a song in my head.
So…maybe THAT would stop, which wouldn’t hurt my feelings.
Or maybe I’d make up some new annoying tune to get out of my head.
I’d be dissapointed, 'cos I like music a lot. But I wouldn’t off myself, because I like paintings and poetry and film and books lots too, so I’ll fill in the gap somehow.
I’m not a fan of music, but I acknowledge its usefulness and its pleasure. It has a place in life, and contributes to its beauty.
But I rarely listen to it, and prefer to sit in silence most of the time.