Calling All Restaurants: Stop the Wrist-Slashing Background Music!

Enjoying a bite at George's Thai Bistro in Santa Ana last night, my friend and I were subjected (and I mean subjected) to a soundtrack that can only have been 'Now That's What I Call Suicide'.

From appetizer to dessert, each slow depressing song was a) American and b) from the 1970s. Each of those things on its own wouldn't be a problem, but, when combined, they excluded the likes of "Days Of Our Lives" by Queen and "Tears in Heaven" by Eric Clapton. They're both truly weepy, of course, but at least they're not, to use that hideous term, "power ballads".

In the time we were there, the set list looked like this:

"Loving You", Minnie Riperton

"Dance with Me", Orleans

"Sister Golden Hair", America

"Send in the Clowns", Judy Collins

"Lost Without Your Love", Bread

"All By Myself", Eric Carmen

All it needed was Kansas' "Dust in the Wind" and I swear I'd have asked for some razor blades. Or at least some counseling. As enjoyable as the food was, it's hard not to weep in your tom yam gai when hearing such lyrics as "Livin' alone/I think of all the friends I've known/But when I dial the telephone/Nobody's home".

Come on, people, after a hard day at work, we want something lighthearted. Aqua's "Barbie Girl", perhaps? Or, dare I say it, Black Lace's "Agadoo?" (I do apologize for this link but I hope at least it'll make you smile).


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