Album Of Sin
Can't think of any right now. I don't think I like any records that I fear other people would find despicable. This may have more to do with the world than with my musical tastes, though. The Comiskey Park Disco Demolition days of people bitterly hating certain kinds of music seem to be very much on the wane. Maybe that's because it's so easy to surround yourself only with music that you like, and there isn't much motivation to hate something that's way outside your frame of reference. I could imagine resenting Rascal Flatts or Train if I heard them all the time, but as it is, they're not a part of my life and so I don't really care. There are a lot of people who have to listen to music that they'd rather not, though. A lot of shops and restaurants have little soundtracks that loop every hour or two, and so the employees end up hearing the same music for weeks on end (though it seems this is less common now than it was in the CD era). This was the case when I worked as a dishwasher at Boston Market. They would play really background-y smooth jazz, punctuated by the Beach Boys' 'Sloop John B' every 90 minute or so. The strange thing is, it wasn't one loop of the same songs. Whoever programmed this music used 'Sloop John B' to spice up multiple different e-z listening playlists that they had put together. Now, years removed from this job, the song leaves me cold, and I can't help but feel that my experience at Boston Market had something to do with it. A friend of mine worked in the Disney store, and had a lot of trouble adjusting emotionally to the music they would play. There was only one short playlist (it would repeat every 30-40 minutes) made up of the most 'high-energy' songs from Disney movies, like 'The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers,' and 'Bippity Boppity Boo'. After weeks of hearing these songs repeated for 8 or more hours a day, he began to lose touch with reality. He had trouble remembering things people had just said, and would feel waves of anger rise up inside him for no apparent reason. Was this because of the music? I can't say. He may have had some other stuff going on. In high school, he and a friend decided to become vigilantes, and they trained for weeks, using some videotapes that they found about FBI techniques for subduing suspects and that kind of thing. Once they felt like they knew all they needed to know, they raided a crack house several blocks from where they lived (this was in Memphis, TN). My friend kicked down the back door and ran in with a baseball bat. He immediately starting smashing tables and chairs, just beating the hell out of everything. The other guy busted in through the front with a gun and started screaming at everyone to get out of the house. There were a bunch of people all lolling around on the floor in the corners of the room just like you would imagine in some dumb drug movie, and they all ran out of the house, terrified. Imagine a screaming high school kid running into your house waving a gun around. Whether or not one is high, I'm sure it's terrifying. Once everyone was gone, the two guys stopped busting the place apart and just walked back home. They decided soon afterwards to end their career as vigilantes. All this to say, I don't know how much of his misplaced rage came from the Disney songs, or whether he would have had difficulties in any kind of work environment (and to be fair, I can't say for sure where it was that he worked first; at the Disney store, or as a vigilante. Which one of these things begets the other? Ha! We may never know). Would I be ashamed to admit to him that I liked listening to some of the classic Disney songs? I don't think so (more on this below). Maybe I am a relatively shameless person? I really don't know. Thanks for bearing with me as I work through this. I have no explanations.