Music To My Fears

Okay, I was trippin' the light fandango the other day and I came to a realization.

I really fucking hate "The Whiter Shade of Pale."

The hotel where I happen to be employed pipes canned music into the lobby. The guests, and unfortunately myself, are "treated" to predominantly pussywhipped, whiny, little bitch singer-songwriters like James Blunt.

Incidentally, we can we stop the whole pussywhipped singer-songwriter fad? I mean Eli can't be buying that many cd's, so the money train must be grinding to a halt sometime soon right?

Anyway, I digress. The canned tunes also feature a spate of covers, mostly...not actually entirely, horri-awful. The worst would be the lounge singer take on Radiohead's "High and Dry" but there are a handful of Beatles' covers that leave me bleeding out the ears as well.

But you know what? I can put up with all that. There are enough shitty songs in the rotation that I generally only hear each once every couple of hours. But some fuckin' joker...I swear to god (and I do mean Allah) has programmed Procol Fuckin' Harum to play every third song. It takes about two run throughs and I have officially become a redder shade of pissed the fuck off.

I've even resorted to some lamaze type breathing to settle my nerves. I can't take this much fucking longer. I think I'm going Section 8.

"I am...in a world...of shit."

Send cd's now...things are falling apart...the center cannot hold.

JeffRey