The Hills Are Dead

I still complain about the music I'm forced to hear every day. Probably always will. But it does seems to be improving marginally. Sometimes it's even pretty good. Just depends on the circumstances. When I'm shopping for something uniquely personal, I sometimes find the music quite good. Sometimes it even sounds like my own album...exactly like my own album. But when I'm at the mall, I find the music almost toxically oppressive. Being at the mall makes me feel small. It makes me feel like I'm a little fluffy tailed little sheep coming out to graze with my flock. If department store employees had any rights, I'm sure they'd demand optional ear plugs. Some workers treat music as an escape route from drudgery; almost like a TV with no screen. I once worked in a plant with loud machinery going all the time. The tunes were 'cranked up' so we could hear it over the awful grinding and scraping. The end of the world would be easier on the ears.
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