I feel like I could go nuts just from hearing that ice cream truck jingle as he passes through my neighborhood twice a day for the warm part of the year. I can’t imagine actually driving that truck and listening to it on loop day after day after day. It would have to drive a person insane.
Leaffan - As odd as your wife’s tiny compulsive playlist is, I can’t help but look at your list of favorite songs and wonder why they are all from the distant past. Except for Born to Run, all your favorite songs are from the Beatles era. That to me is just bizarre. Nothing from this millenium? Did you stop listening to new music at some point, or have you truly not heard anything since the late 70s that you like as much? No whoosh, no snark - truly curious, because that idea is totally alien to me. Also, if you can sneak a peak at the wife’s player, I would be interested to know what songs she’s listening to, to see if there is a common lyrical or musical theme.
The golden age of music, for me, began in about 1964 and ended in the late 70s. There’s some stuff from the 80s and 90s I like. Tom Petty is cool, and so is Nirvana. Let’s see, Steve Earl, The Wallflowers… Neil young and Pink Floyd were back, but that’s rehashing the past I suppose.
I don’t like drum-machine, no talent, lip syncing fools. I can amuse myself listening to Oppa Gangnam Style, and I can appreciate Taylor Swift, and Shania Twain, etc. but it’s not my style of music really.
I make no apologies for enjoying everything from Aerosmith to Zappa; from my favourite era.
That would be me 
But first, I couldn’t listen to ANY music for a good long while. Then I got hung up on Little Milton’s “Let Me Down Easy.”
After I got into a new relationship, it was the Byrds – “Eight Miles High” & whatever else was on that LP. Mind you, this was in 1986.
I’m better now & my musical tastes have only broadened with the years. I’m very pleased!
I was going to use another one of her favorites, but I decided to be merciful. Make a note of this date. I was merciful.
I’ll admit to looping the same track over and over.
I use headphones or wait until DH isn’t home, and make sure the volume won’t bother neighbors.
I know “DH” stands for “Darling Husband” or “Dedicated Hard-on” or whatever, but whenever I see it my brain reads “dickhead”. Kind of changes the tone of the post until I insidey edit it.
(chuckle) Your translation works at times (such as most of the last few days when he’s been extremely grouchy about problems with his phone). In my usage of that abbreviation, H does mean Husband. The translation of D varies. 
OK, so I come here to get some enlightenment and I leave with a Bobby Sherman song from 1970 that won’t leave my head. Now, I’ll have to play “Moby Dick” at high volume to override the insipidness. Sometimes, I am glad that I live alone in the woods.
heh heh heh
Oh, so you have a VDH.
Drown out his phone whinging with a bad song. Over and over and over.
Variously Defined Husband.
I listened to a single song on loop for a full 8-hour workday once because I was in the mood for it, and I’ll often listen to songs on repeat. I use headphones when I’m around others, though, because I’m not an asshole.
I have a friend who pressed the repeat button on"Sarah Brightman - A Whiter Shade of Pale" and played it so many times it damaged the CD.
I went through a period a couple months ago where I listened to Green Grass and High Tides every day. But only once! I had it up on YouTube and never closed the tab and it just started every morning when I launched Firefox. It was sort of fun, like the Outlaws were saying good morning. 
It’s a nice long song, though, with lots of varying guitar solos, so it didn’t seem like I was mentally ill, particularly.
Wagner?
I can’t listen to the same song more than once a day (unless it’s background music in a TV show or video game or some such). The same set of songs over and over in one day? I’d drive myself crazy. Of course, my tastes run wide enough that I could probably go for over a year without listening to the same song twice (not that I want to try that).
“Variously Defined Husband” makes sense to me. 
You have no idea how tempted I was to put on the 70s Music Choice channel or something else he dislikes. Fortunately, phone stuff is sorted out now so he should be returning to marginally civilized human being sometime soon (after he finishes his morning boot-up sequence).
It’s a good thing you added that bit at the end, because I saw VD as standing for something else entirely.
Very similar tale to one that happened in Anchorage back in the 80s. The boss told a country DJ that he didn’t like the song “Elvira” and for him not to play it. DJ locks himself in the booth and plays nothing BUT for several days.
He’d introduce the song as something else "and here’s Travis Tritt singing (insert Travis Tritt song, I don’t know country music that well :D) and then on would come Elvira. People were dropping by bringing the guy food and the whole 9 yards.
Holy crap, that clip has 66 million views!