It's pointless to try to cover the dark side. When I walk into a store and they are blaring that racket that passes for music these days, it doesn't sooth me as it is meant to do, it makes me want to break things and hurt people. Of course, I dont (well, not yet anyway) so, I leave and try to examine why that crap is so annoying to me. The problem is not the "music" it is me. As POGO once said, "We have met the enemy, and he is us."