My guess is that back then grocery shopping music might’ve been coming from a local radio station that was piped in or perhaps it was some of that pre-programmed Muzak type stuff featuring a really compelling violin arrangement of the same couple Beatles or Sinatra songs over and over again.
As for my own personal experience, I’m pretty sure I remember hearing the softer pop songs of the day in our local grocery store playing very, very quietly in the background.
Stuff like The Carpenters-Rainy Days and Mondays. Alone Again (Naturally) by Gilbert O’Sullivan. Maybe Song Sung Blue from Neil Diamond and if your timing was especially good, maybe a rollicking version of “The Candy Man” from Sammy Davis Jr.
“I can even eat the dishes! Wow! How awesome!”
Clearly, mass appeal kind of stuff with no rough edges who’s only truly remarkable quality was that no one on the face of the earth could ever find it offensive.
So now flash forward to 2011.
Yesterday morning I’m in the grocery store picking up some essentials.
Maybe 7 am.
I’m not the only one in the store, but I probably AM the only one in the store under the age of about 75.
And unbeknownst to me, apparently I go to the absolute ROCKINEST Grocery store anywhere across the Front Range! Who knew?
Because here’s a small sampling of the songs I heard while pushing my cart yesterday: Bob Dylan’s Like a Rolling Stone, Smoke on the Water-Deep Purple, Ramble On– Led Zeppelin, Paint it Black-Rolling Stones, My Generation from The Who, ZZ Top’s La Grange, and All Along the Watchtower from Hendrix.
And again, in case you missed the beginning of the story, this is in a GROCERY STORE!
Old timers are pushing their carts along, double checking the prices on tea bags and Metamucil while getting blasted by some fairly serious rock and roll.
And from what I can tell, I’m the only one who notices this.
It’s like I’m in some really strange David Lynch film.
The only thing missing is an appearance from Harry Dean Stanton.
I don’t know if the guys who stock the shelves overnight were left in charge of the music selection yesterday or if my neighborhood grocery store has simply decided to “adjust” its image but I gotta tell you, I kind of enjoyed it.
Somehow I managed to resist the temptation to find a broom, light it on fire, and run through the aisles doing my Hendrix imitation.
That’s the good news.
The bad news is, I got so distracted by watching this strange musical drama unfold that I dropped a watermelon in the produce section, which busted in half like a bad Gallagher routine and I forgot to buy about half the stuff Anne put on the shopping list.
But that seems like a fairly small price to pay for Rocking out in Aisle 12, doesn’t it?
Right now, buy two loaves of wonder bread and get a free fender Stratocaster and the Led Zeppelin box set.
While supplies last!