The only thing I would take issue with, and maybe Bud will have opinion given his work life calling, is the use of the word "addictive". If you suddenly have no music you wouldn't go through physical withdrawals commonly associated with addiction deprivation. Liking something a lot is not necessarily being addicted to it.

I can honestly say that if I suddenly lost my hearing I would still be able to hear Mozart in my mind.

I liken this theory and thesis to the scenario I am going to describe here.

Luigi has a string of pizza shops all over Anytown. Luigi devoted his life to pizza for 45 years. Finally Luigi retired, sold his pizza empire, and never ate pizza again. I don't know that you can say that Luigi was "addicted" to pizza any more than Mario who cam in to Luigi's flagship location and ate pizza every day Luigi was open. They just liked pizza a lot. But once Luigi was done with the pizza business, he realized that he was sick to death of pizza and never made or ate pizza again.

So where does "addiction" fit in there?

I base that scenario only on my personal take on music. Right about now in my life makes 65 years since I started. I am really pretty much music-ed out and really care very little about it. Unlike people who have never been anywhere but the fan zone and who HAVE to have those stupid earbuds tucked into their ears every waking moment, wishing they were members of the "Musicians club for men". I have gigabytes of music on my computers that are never played, 2500 songs on a thumb drive in my car (The math works out to 2 trips Florida and back without ever repeating a song.) I never listen to them. My car could have no radio at all and other than teh convenience of the blurtooth I would never miss it.

I believe that just like an athlete who shouldn't hang n too long, there comes a point to close the door. You folks who still play every day and have skills are in a different group. I can honestly and freely admit that my skills have so badly eroded that I literally suck at this nowadays. I can barely hold a pick or grasp the neck because of the pain in my hands. I can't spread even an octave on a keyboard anymore, and my fingers can't move as my brain tells them to when I play sax. If I relied on this for money anymore I would be starving in a shelter somewhere because I just don't have it. I still KNOW music extremely well. I just can't DO music anymore. And it's the KNOW part that would allow me to continue to hear music in my mind if I suddenly went deaf. The sound of Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik will never leave me.

Like many things I post here, the standard disclaimer is the same.

But that's just me.

Addiction? I disagree with use of the term.