If You're Gonna Blare Music, Make Sure It's Good Music
Coming out of the grocery store yesterday, I swore I heard an ice cream truck.
It started quiet, sort of peaceful, like that background music you hear sitting outside a decent coffee shop. Second by second, it got louder. And louder.
Looking around, I saw this car come tearing into the parking lot. Tires squealing, careening around other cars, totally unsafe style, and coming this way.
At this point, the music was so loud it was like I was listening to my own headphones. It had changed, though, from ice cream truck music a la The Entertainer to something more lilting, bringing visions of castles and ponies and princesses to mind. Like Zamfir, but with more birds chirping and crap.
The car screeched into a parking spot and the driver stepped out, the music immediately silenced as the car turned off. The driver, acting far more important than I’m sure he’ll ever be, strutted into the store.
I’m not a big fan of those cars that crank their music up to share with the neighborhood, but I mind it a little less if it’s at least halfway decent music. I’d even take some ridiculous hardcore gangster rap over this fluffy-pink-clouds garbage. If you’re gonna blare music, at least make sure you’re blaring good music.