Nothing pisses me off more than having to be subjected to bad music. Not the kind of good bad music that's so bad it's elevated to an art form, but the kind that's played in department stores and nail salons, supermarkets and Home Depot; anywhere you have to go shopping with your girlfriend, boyfriend, or the person you have to answer to on a regular basis.
In my case the cross I have to bear is larger than what is reasonable -I am extra sensitive to my musical surroundings and tend to pout like a spoiled teenager whenever someone puts on 'The Wall', or The Black-Eyed Peas. I cannot separate bad physical experiences and sour tunes. I have a photographic memory for songs and being a musician myself, musical patterns can get heavily-looped rotation in my creative recesses, staying there all day. Sometimes even days!
MORE TO COME TOMORROW FRI. 11 MARCH 2011
