If
you can believe what they say in the newspaper, all you elevator riders can
relax. It seems Music by Muzak is finished. Can we say “it’s the day the music
died?”
by Charlie Leck
by Charlie Leck
The newspaper
said this morning: “Music by Muzak is dead! Gone! Finni! Over! Done for!”
I sat back in my
chair and whispered to myself: “Thank goodness!”
I remember so
many elevator rides, when I looked around the small cabin at my fellow
passengers. Not one of them enjoyed it.
“Forget it! Give
me silence or a fart by the rummy standing next to me! Just knock off the
absurd music, will ya?”
And now it’s
gone! Horray!
I gotta move on!
There’s more important things to write about. The President played golf with
Tiger Woods over the weekend – his little President’s Day vacation. I wondered
about the criticism; you know, what’s the leader of the free world doing
playing golf with the world’s leading philanderer? Is there no forgiveness? No
rebirth? Bring on the mood music?
I’m listening
now to a new album I just purchased: Car
Wheels on a Gravel Road with Lucinda Williams. I’m not good at categorizing
music, so I don’t know what to call it. If pressed, I’d say “Southern Country
Rock Blues!” Whatever, it’s the kind of stuff I like listening to while I’m writing
or reading. This one is about a drunken
angel, or “a derelict in your duct tape shoes, your orphan clothes and your
long dark hair.”
The
sun came up. It was another day.
And the sun went down, you were blown away.
Why’d you let go of your guitar?
Why’d you ever let it go that far?
Drunken angel, could’ve held on to that long smooth neck,
Let your hand remember every fret,
Fingers touching each shiny string
But you let go of everything!
Drunken angel! Drunken angel, you’re on the other side.
Drunken angel, you’re on the other side.
And the sun went down, you were blown away.
Why’d you let go of your guitar?
Why’d you ever let it go that far?
Drunken angel, could’ve held on to that long smooth neck,
Let your hand remember every fret,
Fingers touching each shiny string
But you let go of everything!
Drunken angel! Drunken angel, you’re on the other side.
Drunken angel, you’re on the other side.
Don’t ask me why
I bought the album! I heard someone I respect talking about it on the
radio. They played a tune called Lake
Charles and I liked it. I’ll keep it! I like Lucinda’s gravely, distinctive
voice. And it definitely ain’t Music by
Muzak!
Now, on those
crowded elevator rides you’ll get to listen to Mood Media. That’s the Ontario company that owns the now defunct Music by Muzak and Mood Media promises the experience will be all different.
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I haven't heard music on an elevator in years. As for Mood Music, a rose by any other name will smell the same.
ReplyDeleteI love Lucinda! She's a heck of a versatile talent. I didn't realize you were so hip in your music! ;)
ReplyDeleteMuzak isn't dead. They're just being rebranded as "MOOD:" with a partnership from Mood Media.
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