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So I'm eating breakfast at McDonalds and listening to their MUSAK. Goddamn!

One selection is a vocal by a black chick where every word ends in 'O': LUMME LACK EWE DID BEFO and I WANT MO OB YO LUBBIN, DAT FO SHO.

Then there was the white chick who wailed one stanza for 3 minutes, PLEASE COME HOME TO ME!

When I was a lil bitty baby in them cotton fields back home a song was made from 3 chords and a shitpot fulla lyrics, unless Paul was OCD about holding your hand. Now we do all the chords (in no particular organization or pattern) and chant the same phrase a la Rainman.
 
So I'm eating breakfast at McDonalds and listening to their MUSAK. Goddamn!

One selection is a vocal by a black chick where every word ends in 'O': LUMME LACK EWE DID BEFO and I WANT MO OB YO LUBBIN, DAT FO SHO.

Then there was the white chick who wailed one stanza for 3 minutes, PLEASE COME HOME TO ME!

When I was a lil bitty baby in them cotton fields back home a song was made from 3 chords and a shitpot fulla lyrics, unless Paul was OCD about holding your hand. Now we do all the chords (in no particular organization or pattern) and chant the same phrase a la Rainman.

Sometimes I think they make songs like this in order to use them for torture later on.
 
Agreed.
You know what gets me ragey even though it's supposed to have the opposite effect? Enya. I want to break things every time I hear Enya.

At school I had a science teacher who had the who class lie on the desks with their eyes closed while she played Enya so we could relax. Yeah, she didn't know teenagers.
 
At school I had a science teacher who had the who class lie on the desks with their eyes closed while she played Enya so we could relax. Yeah, she didn't know teenagers.

Yeah that's awful. I'd probably have put my walkman on and listened to Nine Inch Nails or The Dead Kennedys at that point.
 
Yeah that's awful. I'd probably have put my walkman on and listened to Nine Inch Nails or The Dead Kennedys at that point.

I guess my choice at that age was probably Korn :D And with that I have invalidated any comment I ever make about taste.
 
When I'm President we're gonna enclose neighborhoods across America with walls, barbed wire and loudspeakers mounted above gun towers, and play Enya, The Carpenters, and Cowsills 24/7.

dont you know? The rich already live in so called 'gated communities' 'guards, electric wire, cameras - to keep the riff raff out..I am sure Enya is on high rotation in there!

You left out ambient sounds!
 
Background music/muzak is torture for me, no matter what it is.

My hearing is reduced. I can understand people on a one to one basis with no other noises.

Although I have hearing aids, I have real difficulty hearing people in a crowded room, and I find hearing speech is impossible when there is background music.

My hearing aids amplify everything, including the music. If I switch to T-mode, the music gets to be even louder.

As for modern movies? Forget it. The background music means that I need subtitles.

Perhaps that's why my favourite movie is Buster Keaton's The General - a silent movie. :D
 
So, a question. How often do you eat at Maccas?

And a comment: You are so opinionated and outspoken here, do you ever approach the management of the store and, as a valued fucking customer, COMPLAIN?

Or are you a shy little old flower in the 'real world'? A docile consumer sold on the high salt, high fat, high sugar 'food' there?
 
dont you know? The rich already live in so called 'gated communities' 'guards, electric wire, cameras - to keep the riff raff out..I am sure Enya is on high rotation in there!

You left out ambient sounds!

You'd be surprised how the real rich live. Every 'real rich' I've known lives like a proletariat. My father in law collected pop bottles and scrap copper and lived in a trailer yet loaned money to most of the pols in the county. When he had a problem he called them at the office, and the problem went away. He hade a fortune selling real estate he acquired during the Great Depression for nuthin. He had no credit, cuz he needed none.

Funny story about wealth. I worked for a company operated by a father and son team, but grandpa owned it. Father and son drove Mercedes and Cadillacs, owned jet airplanes, vacationed anywhere the jet could go, and lived in mansions...Grandpa owned it all. Grandpa lived in a modest worker class house, drove an older pickup, and always dressed in JC Penny BIG MAC work attire.

So Dad and son hire a lounge lizard to greet visitors. Someone they dragged back from a bar somewhere. A very rude and crude gal. So one morning my boss alerts her that Grandpa is coming for a board meeting, and he wants her to clear the office of crap before Grandpa arrives. No problem, she says.

My boss leaves and within a few minutes Grandpa arrives with 2 boys in tow, All look like laborers. So the greeter stops Grandpa with. HEY YOU! YOU WORK HERE? Grandpa says, YES MA'AM. The Greeter then takes charge, YOU AND THE BOYS GET ALL THIS SHIT OUTTA HERE AND TAKE IT TO THE WAREHOUSE PRONTO. Grandpa replies, CAN IT WAIT 30 MINUTES? Greeter says NO.

Fifteen minutes later a search party comes looking for Grandpa. JAN?YOU SEEN GRANDPA? She says, NAAAH JUST SOME OLD FART AND A COUPLE OF KIDS.
 
You'd be surprised how the real rich live. Every 'real rich' I've known lives like a proletariat. My father in law collected pop bottles and scrap copper and lived in a trailer yet loaned money to most of the pols in the county. When he had a problem he called them at the office, and the problem went away. He hade a fortune selling real estate he acquired during the Great Depression for nuthin. He had no credit, cuz he needed none.

Funny story about wealth. I worked for a company operated by a father and son team, but grandpa owned it. Father and son drove Mercedes and Cadillacs, owned jet airplanes, vacationed anywhere the jet could go, and lived in mansions...Grandpa owned it all. Grandpa lived in a modest worker class house, drove an older pickup, and always dressed in JC Penny BIG MAC work attire.

So Dad and son hire a lounge lizard to greet visitors. Someone they dragged back from a bar somewhere. A very rude and crude gal. So one morning my boss alerts her that Grandpa is coming for a board meeting, and he wants her to clear the office of crap before Grandpa arrives. No problem, she says.

My boss leaves and within a few minutes Grandpa arrives with 2 boys in tow, All look like laborers. So the greeter stops Grandpa with. HEY YOU! YOU WORK HERE? Grandpa says, YES MA'AM. The Greeter then takes charge, YOU AND THE BOYS GET ALL THIS SHIT OUTTA HERE AND TAKE IT TO THE WAREHOUSE PRONTO. Grandpa replies, CAN IT WAIT 30 MINUTES? Greeter says NO.

Fifteen minutes later a search party comes looking for Grandpa. JAN?YOU SEEN GRANDPA? She says, NAAAH JUST SOME OLD FART AND A COUPLE OF KIDS.

You totally missed my point..I was talking about gated communities, which you alluded to in your prev post about 'high fences etc...
They already exist, in Australia too..and they are popular in times of high unemployment, - where the poor rob the rich. The rich are fucking scared man!
 
You totally missed my point..I was talking about gated communities, which you alluded to in your prev post about 'high fences etc...
They already exist, in Australia too..and they are popular in times of high unemployment, - where the poor rob the rich. The rich are fucking scared man!

I alluded to Warsaw Style ghettos.
 
I alluded to Warsaw Style ghettos.

and I am not. But hey, that's a good point of comparison. Warsaw ghettos = US gated community 'ghettos'.
High walls, cameras, guards at the gates (with guns) screening visitors. High security. Frightened but now 'safe' inside their McMansions.
 
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