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01-18-2013 07:44 PM
I was waiting for a plane at LAX and found a corridor that had power outlets. Great!! I could use my laptop without running down the battery!
BUT because it was an isolated corridor, I could hear the muzak in all its glory. Wow, did it ever suck. The sax player sounded like a morph between Kenny G and Honey Boo Boo. After a while I just couldn't take it any more, and went back to the main part of the terminal. I did find an outlet ![]()
)03-17-2013 12:04 AM
philbo wrote:
I vote with my feet and dollars whenever any shop or restaurant decides they know what I want to hear and how loud. I just leave.
I'm musically in tune with my environment.
If any music is playing and I have a guitar in my hand I automatically find the key and try to play along to it. Guitar Center always has music playing and when I've been there trying out guitars I always play along to it. Often I hear other people doing it too but it amazes me how many people don't. Some people will sit there playing their "Stairway to Heaven" or "Smoke on the Water" totally oblivious to the music playing over the sound system.
Lately Guitar Center has had TV screens playing concert videos throughout the store, sometimes more than one, but they also still play the music over the loudspeakers. It's very distracting and when you add in the "Stairway to Heavens" and "Smoke on the Waters" it becomes a cacophony of noise.
The other day I went there to try out the digital pianos and they had a big TV screen playing some sort of Jazz piano tutorial in the keyboard department. I don't improvise on the piano the same way that I do on guitar so I wanted to sit down and play some original piano pieces. The whole time I'm there the guy on the video is talking and playing all these Jazz riffs very loudly. After a few minutes I got frustrated and just left. They lost a potential sale that day because I couldn't hear the keyboards over the video.
03-17-2013 11:25 AM - edited 03-17-2013 11:25 AM
Well, Guitar Center has it's own issues - - Every Saturday every teenaged kid in town is there with their girlfriends, dressed in leathers, badly (and loudly) playing instruments they can't afford. It's like the scene in Wayne's World, only without the talent, and times 100. It's almost as bad as a casino!
03-17-2013 09:25 PM - edited 03-17-2013 09:42 PM
Anderton wrote:
I was waiting for a plane at LAX and found a corridor that had power outlets. Great!! I could use my laptop without running down the battery!
BUT because it was an isolated corridor, I could hear the muzak in all its glory. Wow, did it ever suck. The sax player sounded like a morph between Kenny G and Honey Boo Boo. After a while I just couldn't take it any more, and went back to the main part of the terminal. I did find an outlet
I once spent fully eighteen of 48 hours listening to a ~5 minute 'seamless' loop of someone doing a pretty reasonable 4 and a half minute David Sanborn imitation. (Could have been Sanborn himself.) Every once in a while, a support rep from my erstwhile mobile carrier came on to walk me through an ever changing but never successful succession of steps intended to reactivate the phone they'd accidentally knocked off their network while trying to transfer my old landline number to it.
I couldn't leave the phone because I was in the middle of trying to close escrow on the house I'd just moved out of -- and where the landline phone was I that my mobile carrier was trying to transfer the number from.
So I had to drive over to my old, empty house and camp on my old, still-connected landline, on hold, listening to the same hyperactive, Sanbornesque solo over and over and over and over...
And, yes, I did miss the first scheduled closing of the escrow because, even though I was at the house I was selling, they kept calling my then-disconnected mobile, getting no one, no voice mail. Nothing but an endless ring.
And when the real estate folks tried to call my landline, of course, they couldn't get through because I was in the not-so-smooth-jazz-from-hell marathon concert of a lifetime.
And then, after all that, after 48 hours of freakin' hell and still no phone, hearing every manner of excuse and wheedling to persuade me to keep trying, I finally get fed up, tell them, sorry, you had me on hold for 18 hours out of 48 hours, I talked to 12 people (I think), that's it. You've had your chance.
I then got in my car, I drove to the old Circuit City, and less than two hours later, I had a new phone number and a new phone. And -- of course, a new carrier.
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The desert -- way out where you can hear the blood pulsing in your own timpanic membranes -- sounds amazing.
You just have to wait and let the sound come to you. At first it just seems quiet.
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