Muzak
Everyone loves music, that's pretty much a given. Dating a musician whose entire world pretty much revolves around playing music, discovering new and bizarre kinds of music, and creating music, I think about music a lot. Recently I've been thinking about music even more due to my new job as a waitress at a touristy little chowder shack/diner on the wharf.
A few weeks ago, the owner installed a fancy new sound system including an XM radio with a ridiculous amount of channels. Every morning when the owner comes in to open the restaurant, he puts on his favorite radio station which plays jazz. Then, if I'm the one opening that morning, as soon as he leaves I change the station to a rock hits channel which plays everything from David Bowie to Black Sabbath to T. Rex. And this is all well and good. I get to spend two or three blissful hours in the restaurant in the morning with few customers and great music.
This all comes to a rapid halt around two o'clock, however, when the manager of the restaurant comes in. Usually the restaurant is starting to pick up at around two and more and more people begin trickling in for lunch. While I'm distracted with serving customers, the manager changes the XM station to a station called Water Colors. Now, if you cannot tell from merely the title of this station that it is cheesy elevator music, let me assure you that it is. It's music with boring arrangements, a generic sound, and would definitely classify as easy listening, which I find is not easy to the listen to at all. Then for the next two hours or so that I am running around the little dining room trying to make sure that everyone is happy, I can no longer listen to my favorite sing-a-long songs that keep me in a good mood. Instead, I am forced to listen to Water Colors. Woe is me.
A few weeks ago, the owner installed a fancy new sound system including an XM radio with a ridiculous amount of channels. Every morning when the owner comes in to open the restaurant, he puts on his favorite radio station which plays jazz. Then, if I'm the one opening that morning, as soon as he leaves I change the station to a rock hits channel which plays everything from David Bowie to Black Sabbath to T. Rex. And this is all well and good. I get to spend two or three blissful hours in the restaurant in the morning with few customers and great music.
This all comes to a rapid halt around two o'clock, however, when the manager of the restaurant comes in. Usually the restaurant is starting to pick up at around two and more and more people begin trickling in for lunch. While I'm distracted with serving customers, the manager changes the XM station to a station called Water Colors. Now, if you cannot tell from merely the title of this station that it is cheesy elevator music, let me assure you that it is. It's music with boring arrangements, a generic sound, and would definitely classify as easy listening, which I find is not easy to the listen to at all. Then for the next two hours or so that I am running around the little dining room trying to make sure that everyone is happy, I can no longer listen to my favorite sing-a-long songs that keep me in a good mood. Instead, I am forced to listen to Water Colors. Woe is me.