I wasted my first MRI.
There was no music, only the clanks to follow and map in my mind. I had not started writing much at that point, so I never thought of things in the swiss-army style that I do now.
The second MRI provided me with some music. I chose classical, of course, not really realizing the poor quality of the sound, which was a bit more like a “Hooked on Classics” record than an orchestra.
But, I must admit I was grateful for it at the time.
For a minute or two.