Why Does The Supermarket Play Pop Music?


Noise culture.

I’m grateful the 2 supermarkets nearby me don’t play the current stuff. One won’t play anything after about 1988, and the other—which is a family owned business where lots of old people shop—they just play stuff from the 1950’s and early 1960’s.

Regardless, all of it—even the pop music from the 1950’s—is a tribute to the outrageous and narcissistic. Here, let me belt-out 8 rhyming lines at the top of my lungs for 3 minutes about this girl who shunned my proposition, do so with a full orchestra—do so while I’m still in the prime of life, and can still nail close to 4 octaves.

Oh—and let me do it to a beat that kinda-sorta mimics your heartbeat, and gets you inadvertently walking in cadence when you’re searching for paper towels.

It’s about getting you to buy stuff. Getting you slightly agitated and even slightly euphoric, as that way you’re less likely to think, “I can live without 3 bags of potato chips.”

“Consumerism” and “domination” are neoliberal priorities. So is debt. So are megalithic corporations with lots of lobbyists and lawyers that make it impossible for you to ever get that crap turned off while you’re shopping for groceries—you’re the plebe, you have no agency, get used to it.

And no, it absolutely doesn’t have anything to do with Christianity. It operates on an animalistic principle. Animals live to consume. A great many of them can and do consume a lot more than we do—eat a third of their own weight, never get sick and just keep growing proportionately.

Animals also live to dominate other animals. They expand their territories, and when they can no longer expand then they increasingly dominate the other creatures in those territories—any they can get a handle over. Similarly, neoliberals micromanage people to death—the exact opposite of Matt 20:25.


It can probably be seen in light of points raised in books like The McDonaldization of Society, Amusing Ourselves to Death, and The Hidden Persuaders. That is, it's part of what allowed for phenomena like supermarkets themselves.

Mr Moorii

I have been reducing my consumption of pop music, and instead I have increase classic music and choosing other music genres where lyrics are rich and thoughtful, closer to god or where the artist approach music with themes out of the classic narcissistic love or selfishness, silence has also play an important part on healing, learning to be in silence. I have notice that it have had positive impact, for one music is becoming once more engaging and fulfilling, even reminding my the times where I was a kid and discovered Carmina Burana for first time, the conversations with my girlfriend have also have deepening and help to make emotions stable, my cat even is more in peace.


Other Christian
Was at Barnes and Noble to pick up a memoir, and visited the young readers' section. There were two books about Billie Eilish: one for learning ABCs, and the other as an icon book. This is satanic, and grooming.

Grooming (satanic and sexual) because the content and placement of these two books are targeted at young children, as young as a child who is learning his or her ABCs? Below is the description:

All [e]nglish alphabet letters and this coloring book is awesome Toddler Coloring Book with​
Fun activities, Letters, Shapes, Colors, Animals: different activity Workbook for Toddlers and Kids​
Satanic because it is the entertainment industry propping up a flawed and demonic icon (I feel sorrow for her) Here are a few of the produced lyrics from sinister songs, and even the videos are demonic:

  • For the debt I owe, gotta sell my soul​
  • All The Good Girls Go To Hell​
  • Cause even God herself has enemies - She'll want the devil on her team​
  • My Lucifer is lonely​

Now I need to pray
The God of my rock; in him will I trust: he is my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge, my saviour; thou savest me from violence.

I will call on the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.


In reply to Sitting Bull: Years ago, when I drove taxi, I had a customer who was a guy in his mid 40's who embarked on a 10 minute ride downtown. He couldn't stand the fact that I didn't play the radio in the cab. He actually said that he was becoming so "uncomfortable with the silence" that if I didn't put the radio on that he'd have to get out of the cab right now. He was really agitated about it. So, I put it on for the remaining 7-8 minutes of the ride, and then to ensure the point was made I shut if off again as soon as I pulled the car up to let him off. I like riding in silence. I like to be alone with my own thoughts. Imagine a guy who gets so unnerved at the thought of not having music pumped into his ears that he is about ready to freak-out. I found out in later years that many of my friends have 'noticed' that I don't run the radio in the car; I guess they find it odd.
One of my favorite things in life is cruising around listening to the oldies (50s - 70s), even blaring it.

That said, a guy who couldn't sit still in silence for more than a few minutes is a child. I got a friend who can't watch any movies because he gets anxious during the talking scenes and is just waiting for the action to pop off. It's pretty sad to see.

Somebody mentioned Walmart blaring pop music in the parking lot. I thought they started doing that right after that guy shot some people in the Walmart parking lot. Looks like it indeed is used as a form of social control after all.
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There are times I find the music in the supermarket to be such garbage that I have considered it an experience to be endured rather than enjoyed.

I guess on the bonus side such music motivates me to get out of the place before I throw too much into the trolley.
One of my favorite experiences was being in Eastern Europe and hearing gangster rap being played at the supermarket and nice restaurants, of the 90's variety. Not because I liked the music, although I did, it was just so funny to be hearing obscene music being played in such nice, foreign settings. I'm sure no one had any clue about what was being said.