Good evening, everyone!
Today my energy levels have been below zero. I had allergies again last night, and it's really getting on my nerves. Because it's turning out to be one of those annoying allergies that goes away for two days so you let your guard down, and then it comes back again. In short, I woke up exhausted, slept in to make up for it, so I went to the gym in the afternoon and well... The thing about the gym in the afternoon is that it's crowded. And that's not really a problem, because as much as I like to train alone, the people at this gym are pretty laid back and friendly. Or well... most of them. But man, the background music is another story. In the morning, there's pop and rock from the 80s and 90s, some techno music, and, in general, quite a variety. Because there's no one there. But this is a democracy and the majority wins, so in the afternoon, when there are people around, there's reggaeton 24/7, just like in every damn bar, business, party, car, yoga class, store, advertisement, event, stadium, group of kids walking around with a speaker, kitchen, school, restaurant, workshop, airport, and, in general, anything that emits sound on this plane of existence. And I'm fed up, fed up. I've spent the last, what? 20? 25? years of my life listening to a musical genre with the same base, the same voices, the same lyrics, and the same look from its singers. I can't tell one song from another. And not only that, but I have to put up with being the weird one because literally no one else seems to like anything else. It's... very tiring.
You go to a rock clothing store and this plays, you go to an Italian café in a landscaped park and this plays, you watch an X-themed carnival parade (Mad Max, Norse mythology, casino games, Isaac Asimov... whatever!) and this plays! So much different music, so many styles and genres and atmospheres and feelings and nuances and colors that could accompany and be the perfect background music, the icing on the cake to create the atmosphere you've worked so hard to recreate with your exquisite decor. But no. Because what could be better for your luxury clothing store with its warm, golden art deco aesthetic, plush maroon carpeting, and light fixtures that cast wonderful rays of light on the floral viridian wall than to have some guy in the background bellowing in a super neutral voice and bland tone about how much he likes to see girls twerking? Why enhance that luxury and grandeur with Gustav Holst's Jupiter or give it a more lighthearted touch with some good Electro Swing, preserve the calm and stately feel with Bach's Cello Suite No. 1, or go for a more cinematic vibe with La Vie en Rose? No! Let's just spend all our money on an impeccable staging so that, once inside, you hear exactly the same thing you hear in the wasteland behind the abandoned industrial park. Of course!
And the worst part? It works! *Grimace of indignation.*
I'm sorry. I don't want to sound elitist or anything, and I understand that if everyone likes it, there must be a reason. But gosh, I just want a little variety every now and then...
And that's it for today's report. See you tomorrow, hive! |
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