I was once on 2 hour chartered bus ride coming back from a conference and they played the lite station the whole time.
I'm familiar with standard bad love songs. I think this station was playing the B sides to those.
I don't often choose to listen to Lite radio, but I don't listen to radio ever. But, more often than not, I find myself sort of jamming out to lite rock.
I have been in many cabs that play the smooth station.
I don't actually know if I know what "Lite" radio is. Soft rock? Burbling smooth jazz? What are we talking about?
This station rules. A one man, listener supported, labor-of-love AM soft rock/muzak* station.
* not actual Muzak, as far as I know.
Although I did like it better when it was mostly instrumental.
In the supermarket there is music while you work
It drives you crazy, sends you screaming for the door
Work there for a year or two and you can't get to like it
I don't work in supermarkets anymore
If you ask me, James Taylor has a great deal to answer for.
I have been in many cabs that play the smooth station.
So we have a Kenmore water heater problem and I set up a Sears service call and the guy walks in, I point out the problem, and he says:
"Plumber. $80 now please."
9: I hope you said, "Ha! No."
[Confidential to heebie: I saw the reversion thing with this post. I edited out a comma in the post title; saved it; checked it; then ran some errands. Boom! There it was again. Odd.]
9: The proletariat has assholes also.
Sometimes it's the hold music on office telephone systems. I once temped at a self-styled hipster ad/pr firm who used house music. (One of their big clients was Camel for whom they had this whole giant bar-based campaign. They shipped palettes of free smokes to the office and we were encouraged to smoke them all the time. It was like grunge-era Sterling Cooper.)
My dentist plays WQXR. It's quite pleasant.
My dentist has an assistant who hovers like she thinks him capable of accidentally drilling a hole my eye.
14: I recently learned more than I ever thought I would about enucleation of a horse's eye, and I'm pretty sure there's no drill involved. But cutting the optic nerve was described to me as similar to cutting through twine.
Comment sounds like it was said by the most Interesting Man in the World
15: Quit playing Three Stooges with the poor horses.
16: "He once rode a chartered bus ... just to see what it was like."
OT: Just popped up on my FB feed: "Hazardous weather warning: high winds, floods.... We're going wingsuiting tonight!"
I think my dentist uses Sky radio, which for the Brits in the audience who may be familiar with it, is even worse in its Dutch incarnation. But they make up for it by usually showing Discovery channel on the overhead tvs.
Ha! NHS basics. My dentist has neither radio nor TV, but provides his own entertainment by bitching about the billing process with his assistant while he examines your teeth.
You get to watch TV while in the dentist's chair?
4. Wow. When I was a kid WJIB was in the high 90s on the FM dial and was a major player in the Boston market. That AM freq was WCAS and is a daytime only license.
6: Radical Bob, bitching about how difficult it is to find
servants a good plumber these days. Jesus fuck.
(In the UK, this is exactly equivalent to the NYT Style section)
James Taylor is right about supermarkets. When I worked in Kwik Save we used to have a selection of synthesised/otherwise sheepdipped Christmas carols that played from the end of October deep into January on a loop. It came from HQ and they allegedly rang up to check. It was atrocious, as in a fucking atrocity.
I also worked in an industrial bakery that had our unutterably shitty local commercial radio station (Pulse FM) piped to my work station on the line. It was one of those that doesn't really have DJs but centralised rotation-control software with incredibly heavy rotation of GARETH FUCKING GATES. And the radio was piped - somewhere someone had the actual receiver.
Hey, guys. I still have an internet. Don't worry!
James Taylor is right about supermarkets.
Joe Jackson, actually.
My local Somerfield has terrifically unexpected and quirky music, though only some of the time : 70s Elton John, Tori Amos, the Kinks, Icicle Works -- not necessarily music I love but definitely music I think WTF at when I'm picking out parsnips. Oddly it's been like this since before the Co-op bought it, so I guess it's the taste of someone there that they kept on.
24: the current owner DJ'd at the FM station, I believe, and couldn't bear to lose the sweet, sweet instrumental sounds.
I think what you're going for is music that will prevent any sudden movements. Or gradual ones.
My dentists office has the same thing and they say it is someone's choice from their satellite radio thing. ARGH. I heard songs that I could have lived until another life and never revisited again EVER.
On the other hand, they're good, they're kind and understanding of my phobias and my insurance works well with them. Which was a blessing when I lost a near-the-front crown and we discovered another tooth that had lost a crown while I was unemployed was good and infected (roots only, pull was easy).
AND if they give me too much novacaine, I can walk home the block and a half to my house. So I'll tolerate the music.
The old thread is dead, so: this amused me.
I'm Tim Riggins! #33!
28. Oddly enough it was a Somerfield in Sheffield that was playing "Like a Rolling Stone" (original) a year or so back.
I worked for a company that played the local oldies station over the PA system, which only worked in some parts of the building. When I was working in the lab, we couldn't hear it, so walks through other parts of the facility were an amusing musical diversion. However, I then moved to an office with a working PA speaker and soon discovered that this radio station played the same two dozen songs. Over, and over, and over. Point being, I think type of music doesn't even matter if there's no variety. You still want to stab yourself or someone else sooner or later.
And then I quit that job and found five dollars.
I didn't leave #33. Perhaps deletion is in order?
37: I don't think anyone's mistaking you for Riggins, Flip. I mean, not that you're not tough. What with the wingsuits and all.
If "We're going wingsuiting!" isn't every blog's new motto by July 4, then social networking will have failed.
Sadly it will be garbled, and end up being "Everybody wingsuit tonight."
It's probably for the best. I assume that Kenyon alumni with Victorian cavalry whiskers were quite done wearing wingsuits in the Bedford Avenue subway stop last winter.
I've heard instrumental arrangements of "Hey Nineteen" and "Deacon Blues" at my Safeway. The Dan's loyal fandom weeps.