Please Somebody, Stop the Music!
No matter how beautiful or perfect a piece of music may be, it may cause discord when it shows up at the wrong time or in the wrong place.
In recent years, I have noticed that background music is everywhere, and this over-exposure has become one of my pet peeves.
In restaurants, music plays, loudly, in the background.
To converse with a dinner partner, one must shout.
I seldom eat out any more, and, when I do, it is an 'eat and run' situation to avoid being a captive audience for the favorite music of that particular restaurant's staff.
Every TV program seems to come equipped with special effects music these days.
A murder mystery, even though we see the perpetrator sneaking up on his victim, must have creepy sounding music as an accompaniment.
A couple locked in an embrace on a desert isle even has music surrounding them coming from somewhere not apparent to the viewer.
An underground city, perhaps? In church, the organist seems to be competing with the Pastor's prayer for the sick.
The modern generation may be able to concentrate on several things at once, but I must choose.
The prayer or the music; which will it be? Usually, the answer to that question turns out to be, whichever one is the loudest.
A soloist recently accompanied himself on the piano and drowned out his own words.
I think he would have been shocked to hear a tape recording of his performance, and realize that his voice sounded like a faint whisper trying to compete with his excellent, but loud, piano playing.
And what self-respecting teenager could possible get his or her homework assignment done without music to help them? Not mine, I'm sure.
When I dared to question this practice, I was informed that the younger generation today knows how to multi-task.
Apparently, my education has been sadly neglected.
I'm not even sure what multi-tasking means.
Even in my favorite campground, where I go to get away from the noise and bustle of the city, boom-boxes blare away from daylight to dark.
(And, usually, long, long after dark.
) Nothing spoils a vacation for me more than having to thread a worm on my hook while I listen to somebody else's favorite song being amplified throughout the forest.
Of course, there are worse things in life than uninvited music.
It just seems that we would all appreciate music a lot more if we weren't bombarded with it every waking moment of the day.
In recent years, I have noticed that background music is everywhere, and this over-exposure has become one of my pet peeves.
In restaurants, music plays, loudly, in the background.
To converse with a dinner partner, one must shout.
I seldom eat out any more, and, when I do, it is an 'eat and run' situation to avoid being a captive audience for the favorite music of that particular restaurant's staff.
Every TV program seems to come equipped with special effects music these days.
A murder mystery, even though we see the perpetrator sneaking up on his victim, must have creepy sounding music as an accompaniment.
A couple locked in an embrace on a desert isle even has music surrounding them coming from somewhere not apparent to the viewer.
An underground city, perhaps? In church, the organist seems to be competing with the Pastor's prayer for the sick.
The modern generation may be able to concentrate on several things at once, but I must choose.
The prayer or the music; which will it be? Usually, the answer to that question turns out to be, whichever one is the loudest.
A soloist recently accompanied himself on the piano and drowned out his own words.
I think he would have been shocked to hear a tape recording of his performance, and realize that his voice sounded like a faint whisper trying to compete with his excellent, but loud, piano playing.
And what self-respecting teenager could possible get his or her homework assignment done without music to help them? Not mine, I'm sure.
When I dared to question this practice, I was informed that the younger generation today knows how to multi-task.
Apparently, my education has been sadly neglected.
I'm not even sure what multi-tasking means.
Even in my favorite campground, where I go to get away from the noise and bustle of the city, boom-boxes blare away from daylight to dark.
(And, usually, long, long after dark.
) Nothing spoils a vacation for me more than having to thread a worm on my hook while I listen to somebody else's favorite song being amplified throughout the forest.
Of course, there are worse things in life than uninvited music.
It just seems that we would all appreciate music a lot more if we weren't bombarded with it every waking moment of the day.
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