Nostalgia for Musak

Today when someone put my phone call on hold I got to listen to some musak. And while I would never buy an album of that type of stuff, I realized that I have a strong nostalgic attachment to the genre. It conjures up for me memories of going to the grocery store with my mom, riding in elevators, and generally going out into what I conceived as the adult world. In other words, as a kid I learned to associate musak with maturity and sophistication. And, at least a little bit, I guess I still do.