The sound of music

Turn that @#!@#! sound down!

By Frances Sedgwick
True North Perspective

Frances Sedgwick's keen eye and ear for the human condition reveals the heart and soul of Parkdale in southwest Toronto, one of the country's most turbulent urban areas where the best traditions of human kindness prevail against powerful forces that would grind them down. True North Perspective proudly presents a column by writer Frances Sedgwick. Her critical observation combined with a tender sense of humour will provide you with something to think about ... and something to talk about.

Everyone likes music.
I love music. All types of music. Symphony, Jazz, Blue Grass, Western, and oh yes, Folk.
History is recorded in music. That's why I love Folk music. One of my favourite Folk singers is Pete Seeger.
But music is a very personal enjoyment.
I like different music for different occasions.
Yes, I jived to Elvis. And I danced to the old tunes of Glen Miller. I polkaed, I waltzed.  And "thank god " I still do.
But I do not impose my music on others.
So when I went to my neighbourhoud mall and had a coffee before doing my shopping, I heard in the background this "boom, boom" music.

I tried to ignore it.

It came from a store in the mall selling TVs with giant screens and boom-boom machines. That amused me in itself. Great big TV screens but "content" lacking, in my opinion.

After my coffee break I went to my favourite shoe store, Soft Moc, to get a pair of winter boots. The reason for my visit to the Mall.

Well, Soft Moc happened to be beside this "entertainment centre".

I entered the store and immediatley couldn't think.  All that went on in my brain was "boom,boom", the bass from next door.

I mentioned this to the store clerk.  I said, "I can't think with that loud music in my ears."

"I know, I can't either," she said. "My boss went to complain with no results."  

Geeze, I thought, I can't decide on my shoes with this "noise".

Off I went to the next door "boom-boom" neighbour.

"Can I speak to the manager", I said in a loud voice, trying to be heard above the combined noise of the TV and "boom-boom" machine.

Well, the startled look on the face of the employee made me realise the state I was in.  I said, "Turn that @#!@#!@ sound down. I'm trying to buy some shoes next door and can't even concentrate on my purchase.

Immediate action.  Down went the sound. I returned next door.  The employee of the shoe store said to me, "Thank you so much, its like a heavy load lifted from my head."

"Great," I said, "I'm so glad to have helped us both."

My Parkdale.