Every morning, I roll into the building that I work inside of around 8:30am. Usually, it's pretty empty. Maybe there's a few people there, but if so - they're not there because they want to be there. I, however, do want to be there that much earlier than everyone else.
My work has Sonos throughout both of our buildings and each pod gets its own selection of music. When I show up early, it means I get to set the tone and mood for AT LEAST the first half of our day.
My typical strategy is this:
I ease into the workday with something like Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye or Otis Redding. Those stations have a great mix of upbeat songs that put you in a good mood and kind of make you want to dance in your seat. Later in the day is time for the hip hop stations like Drake, Kendrick Lamar, Notorious B.I.G, Jay-Z, The Roots and sometimes… 2 Chainz. I vary it up throughout the week with some classic old school 90's jams, maybe some TLC, and random stations we never listen to like The Beach Boys or Sublime or Yellowcard or Creed (that's usually a joke.) Mid-week is always good for some Beatles or Creedence Clearwater Revival. On Fridays, I like to close out the week with some Beyonce or T-Swift.
But that is only a mere strategy, a devised plan… that never ends up happening. Because everyone in my work hates me. Or loves me. Depending on the day and the chosen station.
Some days, people will come right in and immediately turn it off in favor of their own station (which is usually some unknown-to-me indie band.)
Some days, people will come in and be like, "Yeah! I love this song!"
Some days, people will come in and be like, "What the F is this? Why are we listening to this? Michael Jackson sucks, dude. He molested kids and shit."
Some days everyone emotionally lift me above their heads and parade me around chanting my name. But some days - arguably most days - they emotionally nail me to a cross and pelt me with rocks.
Picking the right music for over 20 people is a real tough job and nobody can really do it successfully. But, when all else fails, just know this - everyone loves The Rolling Stones. Until The Rolling Stones station accidentally Phil Collins and then everyone hates The Rolling Stones… and you.