At the country club I had a radio in the bake shop which had to be off by 9 am because, as the chef put it, the members might be around and they shouldn't be subjected to Howard Stern talking about deviant sex. At the earthy crunchy grocery store we have god awful muzak which might get left on the same channel for a week, which means that every 3.6 hours you hear Avril Lavigne bleating, You hurt me, I'm so sad. In previous jobs I would vibrate with anxiety if I didn't have control of the music, both content and volume, which was always off during service. I was trying to explain to someone the other day that I haven't cared about popular music since the Beatles broke up, and really truly don't. NPR is fine, all news is fine, some talk is fine, classic rock is fine, but anything too contemporary with too much synthesized drums leaves me totally cold.