Stop Dancing On the Ceiling
I like Lionel Richie as much as the next guy. But I'm awfully tired of getting hit with "Three Times a Lady" every time I step into a public space. The unavoidable canned music in Westport and virtually every other major outdoor shopping area is no less noxious than secondhand cigarette smoke. What's wrong with the sounds of street traffic, chirping birds and the conversation of passerby?