Menu Close

Otherstream

Muzak

You never much hear “real” Muzak anymore. I mean the genuine article, the whiny instrumental versions of currently and formerly popular songs which used to be everywhere from elevators to malls to supermarkets. Like “The Sounds of 1000 Strings Play the Rolling Stones” or whatever. They wouldn’t even play the original version of a song if it were a Lawrence Welk polka; it would be re-recorded to eliminate anything which even resembled an edge or an actual emotion…

It used to be lots of fun — a bit of a game even — to see just which songs you might hear in a surreal instrumental version while walking down the produce aisle at Kroger or ducking into Belk’s for some underwear. Some of the more bizarre ones I personally remember include “Funkytown”, “Stairway to Heaven”, and that Robin Gibb classic “Boys Do Fall in Love”, which wasn’t really a very big hit even in its original version and probably didn’t really merit the Muzak treatment…

Muzak is all about different formats now, generally presenting the blandest elements of any genre from adult contmporary to alternative rock to hip hop. But once in a great while, you can still find “Muzak classic”. I found it today at the Burger King on Bayshore Boulevard, and of all things, what should I hear but a cheesy instrumental arrangement of an Elvis Costello song. And it wasn’t some latter-day ballad like “Every Day I Write the Book”. It was “(The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes”…

Very strange…

You never much hear “real” Muzak anymore. I mean the genuine article, the whiny instrumental versions of currently and formerly popular songs which used to be everywhere from elevators to malls to supermarkets. Like “The Sounds of 1000 Strings Play the Rolling Stones” or whatever. They wouldn’t even play the original version of a song if it were a Lawrence Welk polka; it would be re-recorded to eliminate anything which even resembled an edge or an actual emotion…

It used to be lots of fun — a bit of a game even — to see just which songs you might hear in a surreal instrumental version while walking down the produce aisle at Kroger or ducking into Belk’s for some underwear. Some of the more bizarre ones I personally remember include “Funkytown”, “Stairway to Heaven”, and that Robin Gibb classic “Boys Do Fall in Love”, which wasn’t really a very big hit even in its original version and probably didn’t really merit the Muzak treatment…

Muzak is all about different formats now, generally presenting the blandest elements of any genre from adult contemporary to alternative rock to hip hop. But once in a great while, you can still find “Muzak classic”. I found it today at the Burger King on Bayshore Boulevard, and of all things, what should I hear but a cheesy instrumental arrangement of an Elvis Costello song. And it wasn’t some latter-day ballad like “Every Day I Write the Book”. It was “(The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes”…

Very strange…

Nicotina

Tee hee

BTW, have I mentioned recently how wonderful my baby is for putting up with me over the past year, as nicotine withdrwal combined with a wonky thyroid made every aspect of my body chemistry turn somersaults, often for weeks at a time?

The Verdict

The verdict is in, and it’s in two parts:

  1. Scott Peterson has been found guilty of murder.
  2. Absolutely nothing else happened anywhere in the world today.

Pictures

A new section on the site: Photography. The idea is that I tend to take pictures of some of the same sorts of stuff over and over again, so this is a place where I can post some of my favorites and not have to do a bunch of commentary if I don’t feel like it…

The three themes to start are LA, Fresno, and Mid-century in the Bay Area. More to come. Planet SOMA will continue to be reserved for themes and photo essays centering on the underside of San Francisco…

The rules are that I’m starting fresh with only photos and digital photos. There will be none of the video captures which were mainstays of this site for years, and which will probably continue to pop up from time to time…

You never know what themes might be added after the upcoming East Coast Road Trip whose itinerary the hubby has so conveniently freed me from having to detail, even though I wasn’t really planning to anyway…

Gone Eatin’

Gone to the cafeteria for dinner. Back in two weeks or so…

All packed and ready to go, we headed south tonight to the Best Western El Rancho Inn in Millbrae where our room — and two weeks worth of free parking — were waiting for us. I used a Borders gift card to pick up a book for the plane at the branch in San Mateo (which is, by the way, the single suckiest Borders on earth)…

 

San Francisco, Dallas, Charlotte

Today was spent largely in the air, and/or running around DFW airport looking for edible food. We got into Charlotte about 10:00, picked up our rental car, and made our way over the the trusty Red Roof Inn. After checking in, there was the traditional late supper at Waffle House. Let the weight gain begin…

In Charlotte

   

This was our big day to tour Charlotte, our potential new home. We hit most of the important and essential neighborhoods, from Fourth Ward to NoDa, from Elizabeth to Plaza-Midwood, and from Dilworth to Chantilly. And, of course, we made the annual pilgrimage to the intersection of Queens and Queens and Providence and Providence…

Being the geeks we are, we also made our way to the Map Shop, not to mention several assorted supermarkets. It’s always nice to be someplace other than the Bay Area, where the supermarkets actually sell food and manage to keep it in stock. Imagine being able to buy bread and milk, even on a weekend. What a paradise compared to the Third World country where we currently live…

We saw the current round of modifications to always-changing Charlotte, including the latest construction (destruction?) surrounding the Independence Freeway, the new Coliseum downtown (which replaces the 16-year-old one southwest of downtown), and the startling, bulldozer-assisted redevelopment of inner South Boulevard, where my former favorite queer bar has somehow been left standing, and is now a very brightly-lit Dunkin’ Donuts…

After dinner, we saw a movie at some 68-plex somewhere near the beltway — henceforth referred to as the Outerbelt so as to distinguish it from the Innerbelt and Charlotte Highway 4. Charlotte roads are always an entertaining topic of conversation…

Lunch at Gus’ Sir Beef and dinner at the Bayou Kitchen. I was close to heaven…

Charlotte to Greensboro

  

More exploration of Charlotte today, although our attempt to see al the church ladies and their hats at McDonald’s Cafeteria was thwarted by the fact that it no longer seems to exist. Instead, we settled for tortas at a really good Mexican place in a former Bojangles at Central and Sharon-Amity. Yes, there IS real Mexican food in Charlotte now that are real Mexican people. We like…

About 3:00 or so, we left for Greensboro via the nightmare construction zone known as I-85. Another big difference about the East Coast: freeways are maintained and sometimes ever improved there, rather than demolished or just left to rot…

I was very excited about seeing my mommy and daddy…