Hey 007 and welcome to the forum! ✌
I understand what you mean as I have a relationship with music going right back into my childhood. While visiting my pop when I was little, he'd slap one leg as I sat on the other cuddling him each night to his fave old 78's until I fell asleep.
Our home was filled with music on the radio from sun up to sun down. Mum wanted to be a country singer so was always singing in the shower; you know, acoustics and all. We'd all laugh, but it was her way of keeping her dream alive.
Before housework I play 70's or 80's pop music to sing along and move to. Music 'gets in' yeah?
My last long term relationship was empty of music as [he] didn't like listening. His home was silent growing up so it didn't resonate with him. I hated that silence, though he had the gift of the gab so all wasn't lost.
On Valentine's Day our last year together he surprised me with a special dinner night at his home. There was a red and white checked tablecloth, candles, wine and...jazz and blues playing in the background that he'd downloaded just for me.
I guess what I'm saying 007 is that no matter the genre, our lives can be uplifted when we're down, calm us when we're angry or fill our hearts with beauty and passion when the world seems ugly. And yes, it can bring tears to our eyes or trigger old wounds and memories, but what would life be without music? Even tribal communities appreciate rhythms replicating the sound of a heart beating. Life goes on...