So don't listen to it?

It's in almost every restaurant and every store, Will.

My Walgreen's is troubled by hobos who pester customers for money in the parking lot. I say, why not give them microphones and let them sing in their hoarse, damaged voices about how life has treated them badly and they have completely messed up? We could give them money for singing, and they would sound exactly like most male pop singers of today.

The next Bruce Springsteen could be right there at 39th and Main.