The irony of piped-in music: This afternoon, sitting in EWR (Newark International) awaiting our delayed rebooked flight, after having missed our scheduled flight due to bad weather out of Dulles, the terminal speakers have been offering up such chestnuts as "Dock of the Bay" (taunting us as to our final, yet oh so elusive, destination, San Francisco), "Life in the Fast Lane" (as we sit patiently, hoping the aircraft will indeed arrive, as promised), "Feel Like Makin' Love" (not so much, no, not at the moment), "Set Me Free, Why Don't You Babe" (I'm directing that song in my mind at EWR personally), and right now, "Stayin' Alive" (I've always enjoyed the opening sequence of Saturday Night Fever ☟). Fortunately, we just saw a wave of passengers stream out the door of Gate C82, so apparently the aircraft has arrived. Things are looking good! Ah, and now: "Hard Day's Night."
At least the music is good. And it's kind of a fun exercise to test its appropriateness to the current situation.
Final song, waiting in line to board: "10th Avenue Freeze-Out."Anything by the Boss is appropriate to our current situation (I mean that existentially). I couldn't help but dance.
(We finally got home at 2 a.m., only six hours late. Could've been worse. The music sure helped.)
2 comments:
Oh yikes. I love the music, though...
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