Friday, August 20, 2010

Hey, Jude! Yesterday, Eleanor Rigby and Lucy left home on Penny Lane, and went to Strawberry Fields with the fool on the hill while fixing a hole on the long and winding road with a little help from their friends

Or, what gets engraved in your brain while listening to the Muzak piped into a grocery store every day. Lord have mercy, how I do loathe the Beatles. And who decided that only their most depressing songs are slow enough to please the morning shoppers, who tend to be elderly and (I suppose) in need of nice slow music to keep them maundering along the aisles and absently filling their carts with more stuff? Who, I ask?

Someday I want to own a grocery store where we pipe in Saint-Saens' Bacchanale the moment the doors open at 7:00 a.m. I don't know what other music, but certainly that.   

1 comment:

  1. I'm not so sure this is a good idea. Imagine the homogenization that would occur when they decided to use a synthesizer rather than actual strings. Not to mention the jarring interruptions mid-phrase (you KNOW the store manager isn't going to wait for a cadence) with the crackling announcement "Clean-up on Aisle 6..."

    (I've arrived here via Lisa Orgler's site, looking in vain for your recipe for peach bread to see if it's at all similar to our pear bread.)