I was just lead astray by the Wall Street Journal.
It told me how sad it was that Muzak, having just declared bankruptcy, would go silent.
Well I dropped the paper in sadness as well. Because there went--
One of the favorite things in the world to make fun of, to roll one's eyes at...to turn on, when the baby was taking a nap because Muzak was melodious enough to calm the baby into slumber, while drowning out any noise that might, god forbid, wake Baby up.
And don't forget elevators. What would a modern elevator be without the sound of Muzak? For those of us with a barely contained terror of elevator travel, it was the one thing that kept us from screaming and throwing ourselves flat on the floor of the elevator.
What would shopping at Loehmann's be without Muzak? Looking for all those fabulous deals while remaining unnaturally calm when finding that Dior overcoat for fifty cents. That would be the soothing work of Muzak.
What would life be like without anywhere to experience those "Leave It to Beaver" fifties, than when in the presence of Muzak?
I could go on. Weeping into my lime tea and fish tacos, I could go on. Wishing to hear Muzak just one more time. Maybe I could even set off in search of the last elevator in the world that played Muzak...which would be easy enough here in The OC, given OC's addiction to blandness. We'd be the last to let go of Muzak, all the while pretending we'd never heard of it.
BUT, delving deeper into this whole situation, I found that Muzak has merely declared bankruptcy to help them restore themselves to a healthy economic model. That Muzak WILL continue to play. That elevators and baby nurseries are safe everywhere.
I am beyond relief the world has not irrevocably let go of one of its finer and calmer relics from those finer and calmer days of yore.