Boy, they better have some certification for this stuff, because I can sure foresee some problems.
Example #1.
"Oh, so your wife is cheating on you by having wild sex with the pool boy. Here, let me relieve your anxieties by playing this alienated sounded, expressionistic scream from Mahler's 10th symphony".
"Gosh thanks. Now I feel so good, I think I'll go down and hit up on that waitress at Hooters who keeps waiting on me. I'll just get even."
"That's the spirit".
Example #2.
"Gee, I'm sorry to hear that you're dieing from some rare form of blood disease. Here, let me play the finale of Mahler 6 at you - it's just so cathartic!"
"Wow, thanks! Those big hammer blows just snapped me right out of my depression. Thanks, doc."
Example #3
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that your former baby sitter's boyfriend molested both of your children. Here, let me help you work through this by playing "Wenn dein Mutterlein" from Gustav Mahler's "Kindertotenlieder". That should do the trick. Never mind that you won't know the words - it's probably best that you don't. Just listen".
"Oh, thanks. It's always so comforting to hear other distressed mothers expressing themselves. Misery loves company, you know".
"Of course. That's $200 please (damn, I've got to get the Fassbaender recording of this!)"