Comparative Reality

And by that I mean "moving you from here to someplace else."

Some classic rock satellite radio station is piped into the men's locker room at my gym. Now, in general, I'm tired of classic rock. I've heard it. I've moved on. Yes, sure, I won't object to the Beatles, or early Rolling Stones, or a few other bands. No objection, happy to listen, you won't hear a word of complaint.

But I don't need to hear The Eagles every damn time I'm in there. I'm sick of them. I got sick of them 20, 25 years ago. I can go the rest of my life, and be quite content, without hearing "Hotel California" or "Take it Easy" every again.

But they play them every damn day. Probably immediately after playing The Doors. The Doors, who have an impressively high ranking on the Most Overrated Bands Ever list. Stop worshiping Jim Morrison, people. He mumbled, rambled a lot, and was generally crap. Honestly: "L.A. woman! L.A. woman! L.A. woman mrmphl mrph bgwn."

And then there's Neil Young. I cannot stand Neil Young. He might be incredibly influential, and every musician might bow at his feet, but I just cannot stand his voice. He whines. Maybe his songwriting is absolute genius, but I just can't listen to his whiny, reedy voice, especially when he's singing "Rock and roll will never die" in a slow, nasally way that seems to be his attempt to get a few stabs at the body, deathless or not.

Of course, this is a silly complaint: "Oh no! They play crappy music in a place that I'm not interested in lingering in, anyway!"