Without music life would be like black and white TV compared to reality. Desolate.

Procreation would cease in two generations, because those self-pitying love songs wouldn't be inspiring self-pitying procreators anymore. Everyone else would be too busy making lots of money (greybacks).

Nuns would rule the world, and tapping your foot more than three times in a row would be a felony.

Theme for an Imaginary Western would finally be, in fact, imaginary.

The people who drive those annoying ice cream trucks through your neighborhood in the summer would resort to throwing bricks through your windows for attention.

The "Top 40" would be replaced by the Top 39.

Most of the Moral Majority wouldn't notice that anything was any different.

National Anthems would be replaced by National Poems, and wars would cease all together.

The Spice Girls would still be famous, but no one would remember why.

A Jack-in-the-Box would go 5...4...3...2...1... and then explode and blow your hands off.

Cow tipping would regain some limited popularity.

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