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I will be able to live, and my vital processes do not depend on music.
But. If you take the internal state, I can't imagine myself without music. All my life, the right songs accompany me in different situations. This is the best anti-stress treatment. Amazing ideas come up under the music. Exactly to the music, without a certain melody, thoughts would not appear. You can say that thanks to music, my life is what it is now, and I like it. Therefore, to survive without it-yes, to live as it is now-no.
It's difficult, very difficult.
I have been living without music, which is both a job, a hobby, and the meaning of life, for almost a week, and maybe even the second. Like any situation, this is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, I can't sleep because musical ideas are constantly living in my head, and they have to be plugged in, then sublimated – I've been making music for the last 20 years without a break from my 29. It has already become something of an organ of perception and, perhaps, compensation for what Mother Nature did not give(the brain, obviously).
On the other hand, I began to distinguish between human speech, discovered a lot of interesting activities, for example, computer games, sex with a woman, TV shows about the same geeks, cleaning the house and cooking. But I still have the feeling that a rudimentary organ of perception has been cut off.
Is that sarcasm? Yes and no. But music in some settings borders on schizophrenia in the broadest sense, if possible. But it's a long story.