Dave Lemire
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My centenarian Mom is in a small assisted living facility. One of the other residents has a phone that her children have programmed with various collections of music that the woman reputedly finds calming (and from what I've observed it does seem to do some good). However, what I heard yesterday was beyond the pale.
I'm no fan of Bridge Over Troubled Water. But I have to consider it sacrilegious to perform it to an ~125 bpm, poppy musical background. And that was only the start of the horror. Over the next hour or so there was an endless medley of numerous tunes from a broad variety of source, all performed to essentially that same uptempo, poppy, little more than drum machine and keyboards backing track. 50s era popular music. The Bee Gee's San Francisco. The Carpenter's Sing A Song. I Don't Know How To Love Him from JCS. On. And on. And on.
Soulless. I can't even bring myself to append "music" to that adjective. In the form of this recording it really was just background noise. Really irritating background noise.
Escaping from that was such an enormous relief.
I'm no fan of Bridge Over Troubled Water. But I have to consider it sacrilegious to perform it to an ~125 bpm, poppy musical background. And that was only the start of the horror. Over the next hour or so there was an endless medley of numerous tunes from a broad variety of source, all performed to essentially that same uptempo, poppy, little more than drum machine and keyboards backing track. 50s era popular music. The Bee Gee's San Francisco. The Carpenter's Sing A Song. I Don't Know How To Love Him from JCS. On. And on. And on.
Soulless. I can't even bring myself to append "music" to that adjective. In the form of this recording it really was just background noise. Really irritating background noise.
Escaping from that was such an enormous relief.