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| artwork: Robin Tomens c 2014 |
Why do they torture us?
what have we done to deserve it, other than have decent taste in music?
the fuckers....
...in the local Co-Op...
...they always play shit music but today was an exception...
...they upped the ante...
...they turned the screws tighter...
the fuckers...
"why, why why" some bird was wailing in a sort of almost Pinky & Perky voice - I'd rather hear Pinky & Perky than the shit that gets played in shops...........................................................................................
why why why indeed
why assume that this shit won't offend anyone?
why assume that everyone has shitty taste?
why assume that one day I won't go in there one day & take a sledgehammer to the speakers?
If you go in Top Shop you deserve all you get & get it you will...............................................................but when you just go into your local Co-Op you don't deserve it...
you're giving them your money in return for goods with sonic punishment thrown in for good measure - "we took your money and a piece of your mind - ha-ha!"
peace of mind is all I want, all anyone wants..........
but the trouble with having to endure this musical shit is that it reminds me that most people won't be as offended by it as I am & alienation from the lovely masses doesn't give me peace of mind................................it reminds me that good taste in music (OK, throw everything else in too, including clothes) has been eradicated from society in general by the Culture Controllers in their transmission towers opening fire on innocent (but guilty in their eyes) people like me every opportunity they get via all media including piped musick................
'muzak' used to be a term of abuse aimed at stuff that was too easy, not rock'n'roll or whatever, for lifts & supermarkets. but now it's clearly preferable to modern r&b/dance (whatever shit that stuff's called) that they play to please the masses.........................
.....................give me old-fashioned muzak any day...........Mantovani....he'll do...............
....................& oh yeah, yesterday as well.............I'm in one of those remaindered warehouse bookshops, the one in Camden High Street & they're playing Amy Whinehouse.......................OK....Amy Whinehouse...she's all right, isn't she? I mean, she's not The Enemy...............is she? I didn't think so until I had to put up with the shitty album they were playing which didn't even include one of her hits (which of course I'm so tired of by now).....no.....it was a load of crap songs sung by what sounded like someone impersonating Amy Whinehouse & to make things worse a guest rapper piped up & she covered a classic that I've since forgotten the name of but it was bloody awful.................so..............I asked the assistant if they were playing it for the tourists (with a smile, of course) & her being whatever she was (young, foreign, & a bit stupid) didn't know how to respond other than to smile and mumble in Eastern-EuroEnglish something about thinking that the manager likes her............the manager who was bringing boxes down the stair, she mumbled something as well......probably "what the fuck's it got to do with you, I love Amy".......................fuckers...................................................................................................
...............................next I time I go in a shop & get tortured like that there will be blood.........
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