Everywhere I go nowadays there’s terrible music. At work there’s a man with a radio on some BOB FMish mixed radio. Eight hours a day everyday of my favorite hits: Love Shack, Monster Mash, Poker Face, electric computer made music backed by the slaughtering of lambs. All day. It never stops. I’m cloistered in headphones.
I go to the gym. It’s the same thing. Terrible, awful, impossible to listen to. Again, the headphones are in. I go to the grocery store. It’s the same thing. I’m at a casino. It’s the same thing. It never ends. I want to jam pencils into my ears. Headphones in my ears. Make it go away.
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