Music Makes My Teeth Happy
The pain was excruciating. Especially at night when the blood rushes to ones head. Weeks had gone by as I successfully had ignored what was happening in the back of my mouth, but after three nearly sleepless nights in a row I sat up in bed and resolved that something had to be done about this damn toothache. The problem, like many people when starting out in their careers, I had little to no insurance and dental certainly was not covered.
Four out of five dentists agree that most people would rather skip that cleaning and five out of five agree that people would most definitely rather skip a root canal. Unfortunately for me I had been doing both and the time had come to rectify the situation. Now I’m not a person to fear the dentist. But I’m also not one of those people who loves to tell people how much the enjoy going to the dentist. But at this stage in my life, when I needed the root canal, I was young, had no disposable income and zero dental insurance. That forced me to do something I never want to do again, bargain shop for my root canal.
Lucky for me I found a really cheap (I mean cheap) dentist near my apartment. Those that know Charlestown, MA in the early 90s will only need to hear one statement: I went to the dentist next to Johnny’s FoodMaster. Skipping all the gory details it was a train wreck of an experience that led me to have to get all the work redone a year later, when I had obtained the holy grail of dental insurance. Since that time I’ve been religious about my teeth and visiting the dentist, but the experience did make me dread those six-month trips.
Dentists have come a long way in how they treat their patients. Lobbies are now filled with video games for kids, light flows into large windows, free wi-fi is touted on signs and some places even allow you a personal television while sitting in that chair. None of these appealed to me (well the video games, but it was seemingly looked down upon for me to school those seven year olds in Mario Kart). They all seemed to be more about throwing a technology at a problem that was more psychosomatic than environmental.
Last week I had my six-month cleaning with a new dentist. Our old dentist no longer accepted our insurance, so we were moving the whole family over to this new practice. One bonus was that it was closer to our house, and they also had all the nice amenities that dentist offices are seemingly forced to provide by the ADA these days. But it was the first question I was asked when I sat down in the chair that morning that changed my dental experience forever:
“What is your favorite band?”
Those that know me understand this is a difficult question for me to answer. Like many of you it is really hard for me to classify one band as my “favorite”. Ask me who my favorite artist is and I can answer that immediately (the clue is in the name of this blog), but a band, well that has so much to do with your exact state of mind. And my state of mind at the time was a mix of melancholy, scattered thoughts and a twist of nostalgia for home. It only made since for me to reply:
“This morning, I’d say it’s Wilco.”
It was the next response that inspired this post and should inspire your business. It is simple. It is personal. And it changed my experience at the dentist forever:
“I just build a Pandora station for you, let’s listen while we get started getting those teeth cleaned.”

Brilliant. I spent the remaining forty minutes focused on what song/band would pop up next and sporadic conversations with the dentist about music. We even entered into a bit of “name that tune” against one another, where she got Modest Mouse’s “Missed the Boat” in about three notes. When it was over I was nearly reluctant to get up, but I certainly did not pause when scheduling my next six-month appointment. I wonder who my favorite band will be that morning.






