Y’all Come Here Often? – Bad Music and the Bathroom Dilemma

If you read my previous post on Easy Listening Music being hard to listen to, then you’re familiar with how music effects me. I took this to a new level though. A few days ago when I was at Linen’s n Things shopping for a new wider-mouth garbage can to replace our current “trendy retro diner-looking cylindrical too-narrow-to-fill-up-a-full-bag-of-trash so I’m a moron for buying it” can, my bladder gave me the sign that it’s time to duck into the men’s room and take a leak.

As I walk into the bathroom, that meandering music that was playing in the store suddenly is louder. It’s a duet – a “country” ballad (it’s really just a pop tune with lap steel guitar and two singers who have a southern twang in their voices) being sung by a male and female. So I unzip as I start concentrating on how bad this song is and how cheezy the lyrics are. Damn…I really have to pee now. Ok Armen, relax dude.

But I can’t help concentrating EVEN HARDER on ignoring this horrible music. My god! Someone actually advanced money to record this tune!! It won’t stop playing. I have to pee so badly…is this song going to end???? I can’t believe that a record company fronted over $90,000 to a radio promoter to get this thing on the air! Ohhh I can’t pee now!!!! This sucks!! Those poor pierced and tattooed slacker bastards that work at Borders actually have to listen to the same tune inside their stores every day because the label is paying $5000 a month for in-store play.

Now I feel like an idiot standing here and not being able to pee! This song is so bad that I’m screwing myself out of one of the great sensations of relief that a human being can feel. Hundreds of dollars in royalties are pouring in to the songwriters and the label this very second as I stand here – pathetic, my bladder paralyzed by the inane lyrics. THIS BLOWS! Oh god…someone get me a catheter!!

I’m trapped in here with this sappy music, and I can’t run out of the bathroom because I have to “go” so badly. Ugh! What a frigin’ dilemma.

Finally after the song ended, I calmed myself down and “took care of business.” Whew! I shouldn’t let me self get all wound up like that. But man that was a horrible piss-poor excuse for a song!

However, in the end, everything came out okay.


  • Susan M. Botich on said:

    I really relate to this dilemma even though I’m a woman. Being a musician, I love REAL music (as in that which is created out of the imagination, like – wow what a concept – art) and the crap that is commonly referred to as “pop music” makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up and my skin crawl. I am the designated grocery shopper in the family and every time I go grocery shopping I cringe throughout the entire time because of the horrible musak playing throughout the store – and it IS louder in the bathroom! My heart goes out to you and all who must endure. But, remember: your presence on the planet is helping balance out the huge mountain of mind-garbage with true quality of creative expression. So, hang in there. Peace.

  • Anonymous on said:

    between the cellphone addicts and the horrible LOUD muzak and the overall lack of tact and manners in our society- it’s enough to make any silence-loving person go insane!

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