"Somebody actual wrote those lyrics!?"

I do not consider that I live in a free country, as I am forced to listen to music I  detest everywhere I go. I have absolutely no fondness for (many would call it appreciation of) contemporary music. The songs sound strident to me and the singers discordant and amateur. But those are the only songs that play at every supermarket, mall, restaurant outdoor cafe, Starbucks, and—of all places—Barnes and Noble. Ergo: I am denied the pleasure of silence. In my world there is no such thing as a quiet cup of coffee at some charming bistro. The bistro is charming, but one has to accept what is blaring from the loudspeaker. And if I am not continuously (not continually) exposed to music, or what is called music, I am assaulted by the sound of leaf blowers, lawnmowers, edge trimmers, motorcycles, or some moron blasting the speakers of his car because either he is deaf or he feels this is what the world wants to share with him. I doubt the day will ever come when shoppers at Publix, for instance, will ever experience silence or at least fill their grocery list to The Blue Danube or The Four Seasons. In one of my plays the main character says, "It's so loud in here you can't hear yourself think." to which the female lead replies, "Maybe that's the point."