Na Na Na Na, Hey, Hey, Hey…
Goodbye.
Ok, not goodbye, but welcome to bankruptcy.
From CNN:
This story is a couple weeks old, so I don’t know how I missed it.
Ah Muzak. That bastion of elevators and department stores everywhere. Making the artistically fascinating into dreck.
Sure, bastardizing Beatles and Creedence Clearwater tunes is bad, but the first time I heard “Smells Like Teen Spirit” done up Muzac style, I was not only appalled, I was angry.
I fear they will crawl out of debt restructuring like the oily swamp monster that they are, reaching out a webbed hand to assimilate Flo Rida and Beyonce and Lady Ga Ga and all the other Top 40 pop crap, coming soon to a Seven Eleven near you.
Once upon a time, in my former job, I had the opportunity to interact with the beast that is Muzac. They were entrenched as the on-hold music for our busy call center. The telecom team found a supplier they liked better and asked me to pull the ripcord on the termination clause in the contract.
Is it wrong that I giggled the whole time the pages fed through the fax auto-feeder? I stood there giggling like Beavis and Butt Head for the whole time the machine made high pitch squeals, and gladly took the confirmation page from the paper tray, confirmed all pages were sent, and filed that bad boy with satisfaction.
One of those “I love my job” kinda days.
If that kind of glee is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
Ah well, even oily swamp monsters have to make a living.
