As usual, the resort ‘ s guests ignore the beautiful baby – powder sand beach and cram into a chlorinated pool. A country music band is belting out infernally loud songs at the edge of the pool.
“This is how I will be punished for my sins in hell,” I tell N. “Stuck in a pool with a crowd of people and forced to listen to this horrible noise for all eternity.”
I can think of worse — you could be at a faux posh holiday resort where a local band belts out music that sounds like Jeff Lorber, David Sanborn, or The Rippingtons, but only after it’s been cranked through a Muzak machine several times …
Yes, you could be on a Jazz Fan’s Holiday in Hell. 🙂
[now deploying smooth jazz for lifts in three … two … one …]
Enjoy your bogans!
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I don’t even know the musicians you list but any loud noise is hateful to me. A quiet pianist somewhere at a distance, maybe. But anything louder, brrrrrr.
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Have you heard tinny “smooth jazz” music that plays in shopping centres that are trying to be a bit too aspirational?
That horrid stuff — you could have a holiday with that playing instead. 🙂
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I understand your feeling completely. It absolutely astounds me when I see people crowding near a pool when a beautiful beach is just down the path. Why pay for an expensive beach vacation at all? Every city has a usable pool– especially during the summer. And– while I love do large fresh water lakes– there is nothing like the feel and smell of salt water. Who would give that up for chlorine and concrete?
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