Lost in the Supermarket-The Clash
Hey,
Who are the people that hook into the profession of compiling musical soundtracks for the grocery store? What type of classses do you take for that position? Is there a specific degree, or do you just fall into it because your Aunt Sally retired and they hear that you have her "ear" for music?
Today....while mindlessly wandering the aisles of my local Pick n Save, I find myself singing/humming/swaying along to certain songs in the food store jukebox! Acutally, the venue wasn't all that bad for a Sunday morning....but I became much more sidetracked than usual.
Ended up at home without half the things I needed, or wanted. Took another trip to the "Specialty" store and found such delicacies as Gouda cheese...fresh Guacamole...Orange "DREAM" cake...(just a single slice mind you!)...Kona coffee...a pretty little bottle of Shiraz....and finally, a bunch of my very favorite flowers...Gerber Daisies.
I chose those in the faintest color of pink and replaced the Basket O" Poinsetta that still sat on my kitchen table...with something that just screams...SPRING!
So technically....I was lost in TWO supermarkets. They didn't have the nerve to play any Clash over the speaker system...but the difference between Pick N Save and the second stop is a CLASH in itself!!!
WHY I LOVE DAISIES.......
Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe. (points to a field of daisies)
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oooh, but they're *not*. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All *kinds* of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are *this*,
[she points to a daisy]
Maude: yet allow themselves be treated as *that*
[she gestures to a field of daisies]
HAROLD and MAUDE-1971
Who are the people that hook into the profession of compiling musical soundtracks for the grocery store? What type of classses do you take for that position? Is there a specific degree, or do you just fall into it because your Aunt Sally retired and they hear that you have her "ear" for music?
Today....while mindlessly wandering the aisles of my local Pick n Save, I find myself singing/humming/swaying along to certain songs in the food store jukebox! Acutally, the venue wasn't all that bad for a Sunday morning....but I became much more sidetracked than usual.
Ended up at home without half the things I needed, or wanted. Took another trip to the "Specialty" store and found such delicacies as Gouda cheese...fresh Guacamole...Orange "DREAM" cake...(just a single slice mind you!)...Kona coffee...a pretty little bottle of Shiraz....and finally, a bunch of my very favorite flowers...Gerber Daisies.
I chose those in the faintest color of pink and replaced the Basket O" Poinsetta that still sat on my kitchen table...with something that just screams...SPRING!
So technically....I was lost in TWO supermarkets. They didn't have the nerve to play any Clash over the speaker system...but the difference between Pick N Save and the second stop is a CLASH in itself!!!
WHY I LOVE DAISIES.......
Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe. (points to a field of daisies)
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oooh, but they're *not*. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All *kinds* of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are *this*,
[she points to a daisy]
Maude: yet allow themselves be treated as *that*
[she gestures to a field of daisies]
HAROLD and MAUDE-1971
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