Muzak Rules the World
Or not.
Ate lunch again at my favorite mixed-up-Asian restaurant today (to be truly Asian fusion, it would need to have dishes with kind of an experimental edge — as it is though, it's sort of Thai and Chinese entrees with Vietnamese rice, and sometimes a Chinese eggroll or Thai salad — mixed up, but yummy).
Their food may be awesome (crispy Thai pineapple fish makes me happy), but the music is atrocious. Really. A few weeks back I was besieged by extraordinarily loud muzak versions of Just the Way You Are, Yesterday, Bridge Over Troubled Water, some Air Supply song I never knew the name of (Do I sound like I feel guilty? Um, no.), and it was just bad. What was worse was that when I returned today, it was the same songs, more or less.
Only thing worse than bad muzak is the same bad muzak.
At least I could think happy pineapple fish thoughts, and block the music out.
* * *
I've had the Cocteau Twins' song "Pur" in my head all day long. Actually, it's been about three days, but today it's really bad. I even caught myself whistling it while a coworker was trying to tell me something. As in, he was still talking, and I stared off into space and started whistling.
I swear they think I'm crazy. Maybe I am.
Before too long I'll be that guy who turns around during the middle of a conversation, walks away absentmindedly, and starts muttering about the invisible alien gnats. It could happen. It's also my greatest fear.
Anyway, I worry about myself when I get stuck on a song like that, and I'll be driving to work with the CD in the car stereo, and each time the song is about 5 seconds from ending, I hit the Back button (or the |<< button, in this case), and start the song over again. I swear to you, I listened to it four consecutive times on the way to the office.
The only advantage I can think of is knowing my commute was around 16 minutes today.
Ate lunch again at my favorite mixed-up-Asian restaurant today (to be truly Asian fusion, it would need to have dishes with kind of an experimental edge — as it is though, it's sort of Thai and Chinese entrees with Vietnamese rice, and sometimes a Chinese eggroll or Thai salad — mixed up, but yummy).
Their food may be awesome (crispy Thai pineapple fish makes me happy), but the music is atrocious. Really. A few weeks back I was besieged by extraordinarily loud muzak versions of Just the Way You Are, Yesterday, Bridge Over Troubled Water, some Air Supply song I never knew the name of (Do I sound like I feel guilty? Um, no.), and it was just bad. What was worse was that when I returned today, it was the same songs, more or less.
Only thing worse than bad muzak is the same bad muzak.
At least I could think happy pineapple fish thoughts, and block the music out.
* * *
I've had the Cocteau Twins' song "Pur" in my head all day long. Actually, it's been about three days, but today it's really bad. I even caught myself whistling it while a coworker was trying to tell me something. As in, he was still talking, and I stared off into space and started whistling.
I swear they think I'm crazy. Maybe I am.
Before too long I'll be that guy who turns around during the middle of a conversation, walks away absentmindedly, and starts muttering about the invisible alien gnats. It could happen. It's also my greatest fear.
Anyway, I worry about myself when I get stuck on a song like that, and I'll be driving to work with the CD in the car stereo, and each time the song is about 5 seconds from ending, I hit the Back button (or the |<< button, in this case), and start the song over again. I swear to you, I listened to it four consecutive times on the way to the office.
The only advantage I can think of is knowing my commute was around 16 minutes today.