"I'm Not A Music Person"

According to the polarizing Thomas De Zengotita, everyone is a music person. Music gives you "attitude". Because it is one of the more pure media (music is music, it is not representing anything else, or is it?), it informs and is informed by who we are.
DZ claims that music is the tie that binds us, that it is virtually impossible (in high school at least) to have friends who don't like the same music as you.
While I disagree, the point of this blog is what does Tommy Boy think about those people who just "aren't music people"? You know, the ones who don't go shopping, watch television, go to parties, dances, Starbucks, the movies, don't have iPods, stereos, radios, don't drive, don't leave their beds where they curl up with a nice book. These people have never been to the mall, haven't experienced a soundtrack, have failed to invest in an object which might play music for them. They manage to avoid pressing that tempting "on" button on the car stereo, they don't spend time at their friends houses, they don't walk through residential neighborhoods on nice summer days.
You know, they're not music people.
Ok, I'm sorry to break this to those of you who fit that description, but you don't exist. Not in modern Uh-Mer-I-Cuh, you don't.
Yeah, but what about the people who really AREN'T MUSIC PEOPLE. The ones who like "songs", tend to listen to soundtracks if they're going to listen to anything, or maybe the radio, which they don't mute or channel-change during the commercials because those jingles affect them about as much as the actual songs do. These people don't know who "sings" the songs they like, it's not really important. I mean, it's not like they put time or effort into their art form, a la Van Gogh or Manet or, god knows, Shakespeare. What about those people who claim to be, and quite possibly are, ambivalent about music?
I wonder what dZ thinks formed them during their middle school days, back when their buddies were all like "Yo, check out this Bob Marley/Backstreet Boys/Radiohead/Linkin Park/Eminem/Mozart/Fal Out Boy/Sex Pistols/Metallica/Underoath/Britney Spears/Ciara/Brooks & Dunn/Boston/Jason Mraz/Sublime/Interpol/TaTu/Death Cab For Cutie/Abba/Christina Aguilera/Stephen Sondheim/Rascal Flatts tune, it's pretty dope," and they would invariably reply "Yeah, I've heard of those guys/that guy/that girl/those girls/those girls and guys/those Russian maybe-pseudo-lesbians (this one applies to TaTu only), they sound pretty cool" and upon listening to the recommended song by the afore mentioned artiste, feel about as moved and changed and formed as if they had just sat for 4 minutes watching the grass grow, or the cars pass, or the mosquitoes buzz.
What about those people?
Are their personalities formed by everything OTHER than music, everything that doesn't have some sort of musical connotation or accompaniment? In other words, are these people who they are today because of all the nothing that surrounds them?
Now I know a few of these people, and they are strong-willed, wonderful, interesting people, with fully fleshed out personalities, and I have to believe, because I do not believe in miracles, that these people received a considerable amount of help in forming their egos from musical intervention. They just never noticed it.

Which is really too bad for them.

So I guess that good ol' TomTom is basically trying to say, that even though music is a pure-ish medium, even though it is also an art form, even though all this and that, no one can escape it's grasp. Our culture is informed by music, how could we not be? It is everywhere, it's not too imposing, but when it wants to be heard, oh IT GETS HEARD. Even by those "I'm not a music" people.
Whether this is a good or a bad thing I don't know, but I definitely feel sorry for the people who don't have some song who's beauty they equate with that of an extraordinary sunset, the vast expanse of the Sahara desert, the litheness of a leopard, the stars on a clear night, really good interior decorating, or the Aurora Borealis.

Because it's just really too bad for them.