Aztec,
I don't think you are being dramatic at all. Music is like a drug to some of us. I don't think my childhood would have been very happy without it either. My mother played classical piano and that is what I was lulled to sleep with every night. I grew up during the 60s and 70s. Music was delightful for a child then. I was lucky enough to have teenaged siblings so I didn't miss out on early Motown or the British Invasion. I had a lot of reasons to be sad as a little girl but music made my soul soar. It was the drug that got me through every day and night.
Fond memory: AM/FM transistor pocket radio with earphone received as christmas gift. Listening to distant AM stations such as WWL New Orleans or KAAY Little Rock, Arkansas Underground Music show after midnight during late 60s. They played Jimi Hendrix, Iron Butterfly, etc. music that was too hard for KMRC AM Morgan City, Louisiana Fourteen Thirty on your dial.
I don't understand people not liking music or needing it. I respect their preference; I just don't get it.
Heather S. II