That ole flick looks ridiculously staged, at least its vintage portions, which obviously had advertising connotations back in the day, along with props and unrealistic lady assistants walking on shoreline rocks and desert dunes in immaculately neat and clean dresses. Doesn't prove a thing about his musical tastes, if any.
I put thick R23 insulation in my darkroom walls, so it would be nice and quiet in there, and I didn't have to hear any neighbor's boombox. I guess if one wanted a particularly dramatic or theatrical print with black skies n' all, they might want to listen to Wagner. Or if you wanted some Jackson Pollock look in your print, you'd drink eleven cups of coffee and listen to abstract unrelentingly nervous Jazz. But I don't like distraction of any kind.