Friday, November 23, 2007
How to Fix Starbucks: Rip Out the Speakers!
It took a few days of contemplation and a three hour, post-Thanksgiving dinner session of Risk, The Game of World Domination, but I think I’ve figured out Starbucks’ problem.
What could Risk, The Game of World Domination, have to do with Starbucks’ problem?
Very little, actually.
It’s just that a few hours spent on nothing but the task of accumulating armies, defending the wonderfully hard-to-attack Australia against all comers, and contemplating how best to destroy brothers-in-laws before they destroy you leaves one’s mind clear to resolving bigger issues, such as what is wrong with Starbucks.
And what is wrong with Starbucks has nothing to do with the taste of the coffee, the rising price of milk or the fact that there are so many Starbucks around the country that Wall Street’s Finest are muttering the word “saturation.” (I think the last word on this topic came from The Onion, which once carried the banner headline: New Starbucks Opens In Rest Room Of Existing Starbucks).
No, the problem with Starbucks is Paul McCartney. At least, I’ve come to believe Sir Paul is driving customers away.
This is because I’ve been trapped beneath a speaker for the last couple of hours at our local Starbucks during which time Sir Paul’s latest album, “Memory Almost Full of Lousy Songs,” which Starbucks released under its own music label, has been playing and re-playing to the point that I am ready to pay them to turn it off.
Well I was found in the transit lounge
Of a dirty airport town
What was I doing on the road to ruin
Well my mama laid me down
My mama laid me down
Those are actual lyrics, and I am not making them up.
Whatever happened to “Blackbird singing in the dead of night/take these broken wings and learn to fly” or “Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs/of every head he’s had the pleasure to have known”?
Put these new, dreadful lyrics together with old, familiar riffs ranging from the worst of Wings, which was pretty bad, to his “Your Mother Should Know” period with The Beatles, which was awful, and it’s not a stretch to believe that Dave Barry was right: some time during the decade after the Beatles broke up Sir Paul must have been taken over by a Pod Person.
How else to explain lyrics that sound like they were copied from a Hallmark card for the recently widowed?
At the end of the end
It’s the start of a journey
To a much better place
And this wasn’t bad
So a much better place
Would have to be special
Hey, why not just put on a double album of Yoko Ono imitating cattle being prodded in a shopping mall on Black Friday, and really drive away the coffee-drinkers?
Come to think of it, perhaps I could have defended Australia in our epic battle of Risk, The Game of World Domination had I been humming a little post-Beatles McCartney, which surely would have driven my brothers-in-laws quite mad. More likely, though, it would have invited even more aggressive attacks than I suffered, possibly involving blunt objects, just to get me out of the room.
The only thing worse than standing in line for five minutes at a Starbucks must be standing behind the counter mixing coffee drinks for five hours while Sir Paul sings:
Only mama knows why she laid me down
In this God-forsaken town
Only mama knows not only why he wrote not only those God-forsaken lyrics, but then decided to record them, and why Starbucks management decided to cut a deal with Sir Paul that requires them to actually play “Memory Almost Full of Lousy Songs” in a room full of people looking anxiously at the exits.
Starbucks baristas unite! Rip out the speakers! Help turn around Starbucks today!
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