It was music to be heard, not listened to. It was the soundtrack to the relaxed, sophisticated, mature vision of the good life. It was music for lovers. It was upbeat, elaborately arranged, chart-toppingly popular, and yet has been almost written out of the popular music history books, dismissed as “elevator music”; soulless, toned-down, pre-chewed, limp cover-versions of popular songs for old people. So sit back, put aside the politics and angst, slip into something comfortable (preferably with someone of similar description), and allow yourself to experience The Joy of Easy Listening [2, 3, 4, 5, 6]
Miles Davis? Kanye West? The Beatles? Oh... you mean Muzak? Ike played it in the West Wing, NASA used it to soothe astronauts' anxiety. But it's not just your daddy's elevator music anymore.
A Rememberance of Things Traumatic: 93...93...WPAT: Parent's Muzak From Childhood Perhaps the Mefi demographic is a bit young for this one, or perhaps there are others out there who were traumatized by elevator music outside elevators in the 1960's and 70's? If this rings familiar, think twice before listening to the links on this site. (via the New York Radio Message Board)