No. of Recommendations: 3
Nobody was buying MUSAK for elevators anymore, and while they branched out into other genres for stores and such, it has face multiples of competitors and never been much of a thing since.
Thank his majesty the merciful lord Odin for that. Muzak distilled out everything that makes music good and just left the dregs. I find it about as soothing as a leaf blower. The death of Muzak is one of the major moments of civilization. Like the invention of the wheel or vaccines.
For a while, Muzak was based in Seattle and I worked in the same building as them. It was in the Fremont neighborhood, which at that time was pretty hip. It was a little seedy, but that's kind of what made it hip. Cool bars and coffee shops, junk shops, art galleries that would quickly go out of business, the odd recording studio and shipyard, illegal bars, that kind of thing. Anyway, the Muzak guys always wore letterman jackets that said Muzak on them. Which beggars the imagination why anyone would willing let people know they worked for Muzak. So there would be these surreal moments where we would go to the bar after work and see Stone Gossard and Peter Buck on one end of the bar, and the Muzak guys on the other. It was like something out of a Fellini movie.
