Stores' playlists can be torture
The speakers were blaring disc jockey/musician/rapper/producer Fat
Boy Slim’s “Funk Soul Brother.” The pulsating sounds of this late 1990s track were
so loud, they shook my eardrums and permeated what was left of my brain at that
moment. Not only was this a loud presentation of “Funk Soul Brother,” this was
the remixed version that seems to go on for eternity with changing speeds… or
as long as possible until I find a way to pull the plug on the speakers or hire
an Elvis impersonator to shoot the speakers into silence. For those who are not
familiar with “Funk Soul Brother,” it’s not exactly “lyric-heavy.” Here’s a
sample of “Funk Soul Brother’s” lyrics which pretty much repeat for as long as
the film, Titanic (from around that
era):
“Right about now, the funk soul brother, check it
out now
The funk soul brother, right about now
The funk soul brother, check it out now
The funk soul brother, right about now”
The funk soul brother, right about now
The funk soul brother, check it out now
The funk soul brother, right about now”
Imagine those lyrics combined with the fact that
the re-mixed version has a portion towards the end that contains feedback and
an LP-record-skipping sound on a part of the track that quickly repeats the
same obnoxious beat thus producing a machine gun noise.
One would think that I was describing a night at
a dance club. No, I was browsing with Cami in a department store one evening.
While I will not disclose the particular department store, I readily admit that
right about then, I wanted to bolt from that building as quickly as possible. Really,
department store? Did you do your research and discovered that shoppers will be
more inspired to buy your overpriced goods because they were listening to “Funk
Soul Brother?”
Once the machine guns ceased from the Fat Boy
Slim track, that “song” was followed up by the typical holiday classics by the
likes of Frank Sinatra. When that happened, Frank never sounded better. Still,
I could no longer trust the department store that they would not play anything
more offensive. Cami brought up dogs barking or cats meowing to “Jingle Bells.”
I was thinking that Alvin and the Chipmunks might end up on the store speakers.
If any of those tracks came on at full blast, I believe that the department
store would have to be hauled into court for inflicting cruel and unusual
punishment upon its customers.
I believe that these places of business are engaging
in “music torture.” I’ll first start off by saying that I’m not making light of
music torture. It has been used in some extreme real torture cases, which to
this day, is no laughing matter. Then there’s the case of Panamanian dictator
Manuel Noriega. After the U.S. troops invaded Panama in late 1989, Noriega took
refuge in a compound. To extract Noriega, U.S. troops blasted some music from Van
Halen and Howard Stern radio programs. Noriega couldn’t take it any longer and
surrendered after a little over one week. Like the Noriega case, an obnoxious
playlist can backfire and get customers to flee.
If customers like me are irritated by the
department store’s musical playlist, I cannot imagine how its employees handle
the song choices. I feel sorry for the department store’s employees because
more than likely, the music is on a loop – or repeats the same sets of songs
all too often.
Maybe it’s just me, but I feel that being
subjected to repetitious sounds and visuals is pure torture. When I worked in a
drug store over 30 years ago, corporate folks thought it would be great to have
two monitors hooked up to a VHS video player that repeated commercials
featuring the lovely and talented actress Nancy Dussault. For trivia buffs and
the all-too-young out there, Ms. Dussault appeared on a television situation
comedy titled, Too Close for Comfort in
the early to mid-1980s. She was the drug store’s spokesperson who was featured
in those ads. While Ms. Dussault was more than pleasant to look at throughout
my shift, she became a bit tiresome after the millionth viewing.
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