So, with the little dudes off on various little-dude trips and me with a whole 49 hours of adult-only time, I met the in-laws and friends for a little birthday celebration at a nice local restaurant, 131 Main.
Great food. Nice staff. A good time had by all. But that’s not the strange bit.
You know how most restaurants have music playing softly in the background, just in case you’re out with someone you thought was hot and you really wanted to get with her, but, when you sit down, you quickly discover you’ve got nothing in common with her other than the fact that you’re both descended from the same proto-mammalian ancestor (and you’re not even sure of that with her) so you just sit there staring at each other, nervously shuffling a fork or two, starting to say something, stopping, having her ask what and then you ask her if she said something and you both say no and then lapse into silence again until you hear a song you recognize from when you were young and then you have something you can say? No? Maybe it was just me.
Anyway, restaurants do have music playing softly in the background. When I was out over the weekend, I was sort of zoning out of the table talk and listening to the music. It wasn’t some horrible, badly orchestrated all-strings rendition of a classic Pearl Jam song.
No, it was an actual recording of a current, alternative-rock song. Now that was strange. I was expecting something horrible and then got something current and good.
I thought Muzak was supposed to be horrible. When did they start playing songs I hear on alt-rock stations out in public? This just shouldn’t be happening.
How else am I going to feel cool (notice I didn’t say be cool) if I can’t feel superior to people because I know about music that they’ve never heard of? I mean, that was my last remaining ray of hope. Nobody really thinks it’s cool that I can explain the history of Hydro-Man or know why the Mule is important to the future of psychohistory. And if you understand those, we need to have some long talks about how you’re wasting your life.
Guess it’s time to start listening to and forcing myself to like post-punk music. Anyone know a good piercing parlor?