Sousa

I live in a building with elevator music. Heavy, classical
elevator music. Often it's kind of cool to hear Stravinsky
(I heard Rite of Spring last week) and Beethoven (9th
symphony?!) et al. But this morning at 9:00 I was forced to
travel 5 floors to the sounds of a Sousa march. This was
too much. I tried with all my might to ignore the
oppressive brass (and *@%^ing piccolo), but my mental and
concentrative powers were not up to the task. I burst out
the door as from death himself. I think I'm going to take
the stairs more often...