{"id":329,"date":"2020-06-16T15:41:46","date_gmt":"2020-06-16T15:41:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.smartreis.com\/123repete3\/?p=329"},"modified":"2020-06-16T22:23:31","modified_gmt":"2020-06-16T22:23:31","slug":"weird-music","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.smartreis.com\/123repete3\/music\/weird-music\/","title":{"rendered":"Weird Music"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>We were on one of our family road trips traveling down historic Route 66 in Missouri during the &#8217;60s. It was early evening and we were looking for a place to have dinner.&nbsp; In the dimming twilight, I saw a sign flash by and shouted &#8220;Weird music!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dad was driving and Mom was in the front seat navigating with her Rand McNally State Map of Missouri.&nbsp; For lunch, Mom had made ham sandwiches.&nbsp; Mustard only.&nbsp; No mayo.&nbsp; On Wonder Bread. &nbsp;I was hungry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mom turned with a quizzical look to the back seat where I had my nose pressed up against the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;What did you say, Peter?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We were getting close to a real town in the middle of darkening Missouri.&nbsp; I could tell by the increasing flicker frequency of the sign posts:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">&#8220;WITHIN THIS TALE<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">OF TOIL AND SIN<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">YOUR HEAD GROWS BALD<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">BUT NOT YOUR CHIN&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"240\" height=\"74\" src=\"https:\/\/www.smartreis.com\/123repete3\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/BURMA-SHAVE.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-330\"\/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>etc.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Without pulling my nose from the window, I replied to my mother, &#8220;Yeah, Mom, really!&nbsp; I saw it!&nbsp; It said &#8216;Zeno&#8217;s Lodge&#8230;Weird Music.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mom looked at Dad, who, without turning, rolled his eyes, and kept focus on the two-lane country-turning-ever-so-slightly-urban road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;OK, Pete,&#8221; Mom said, &#8220;we&#8217;ll see,&#8221; and turned back to her navigating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A few minutes later I saw another &#8220;Zeno&#8217;s&#8221; sign, this time with no notification of ambiance.&nbsp; Just style and distance: &#8220;Fine Food&#8230;2 Miles Ahead&#8221;.&nbsp; I started drooling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As darkness descended, we saw the two-story &#8220;Zeno&#8217;s Motel and Steak House&#8221; sign lit up on one side only.&nbsp; I shouted &#8220;There it is!&#8221; from the back seat.&nbsp; Dad slowed down and looked at Mom at the same time.&nbsp; I didn&#8217;t see her response, but he calmly turned into the semi-deserted parking lot, put the car in park and turned off the engine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Well, we&#8217;re here,&#8221; Dad said.&nbsp; &#8220;Let&#8217;s see what this place is like.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Mom and Dad ambled out of the car as I shot past them like a rocket to the main lobby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Where&#8217;s the weird music?&#8221; I said to the bellboy.&nbsp; He was also the manager.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Sorry, son,&#8221; he replied.&nbsp; &#8220;What did you say?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The manager was tall, thin and reminded me of Ichabod Crane, of whom I had recently read about in &#8220;The Legend of Sleepy Hollow&#8221;.&nbsp; I hadn&#8217;t slept very well after that, but I was still looking forward to the weird music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;You know,&#8221; I said.&nbsp; &#8220;The sign on the highway.&nbsp; It said you have &#8216;weird music&#8217;!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Not one to suffer fools, I turned and dashed into the adjacent dining room and looked around.&nbsp; A salad bar blocked the main entryway. &nbsp;It was Friday night and smelled vaguely of fish sticks and pizza.&nbsp; I wrinkled my nose and cupped my ears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There was music playing, but it sounded like good jazz gone bad.&nbsp; We used to call it &#8220;elevator music&#8221;.&nbsp; It was muffled and poorly executed, like someone held a pillow over the speakers on an old record player console with a Perry Como-wannabe trying to get out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Hey Pete!&#8221; I heard behind me.&nbsp; I spun around and there was Dad, still in his cardigan. &nbsp;Mom was standing next to him trying to find something in her purse.&nbsp; He crooked his finger and waggled me over.&nbsp; There was no threat, but he clearly wanted to say something to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;I solved the mystery,&#8221; Dad said.&nbsp; &#8220;Sit down over here, Pete.&#8221;&nbsp; I sat on a divan in the lobby and waited.&nbsp; Dad motioned the manager over and nodded at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ichabod cleared his throat, his Adam&#8217;s Apple bobbing up and down like a pogo stick.&nbsp; &nbsp;He said, &#8220;Son, your father and mother walked up to the front desk just now and said they would like to inquire about having dinner here at our fine establishment.&nbsp; I said &#8216;Certainly!&#8217; and asked how they happened upon Zeno&#8217;s Motel and Steak House.&nbsp; Your father explained what you saw on the roadway and admitted he, too, was curious about the &#8216;weird music&#8217;.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I looked at Dad and he tipped his head back toward the manager, who continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Well, as it turns out, we recently upgraded our sound system in the dining room.&nbsp; We used to have a juke box, but then this sales guy from Missouri Metro Records sold us on a newfangled system of automatic recordings.&nbsp; He installed it in less than a week.&nbsp; Plays all the latest hits.&nbsp; Automatically!&nbsp; And it saves so much space.&nbsp; And lots of my time.&#8221;&nbsp; He was grinning ear-to-ear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Wired music.&nbsp; Anything for our customers.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I looked at Mom and Dad.&nbsp; They both shrugged.&nbsp; Dad said &#8220;Whaddya think, Pete?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Without missing a beat, I turned to Ichabod and said &#8220;Ya got pepperoni?&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.smartreis.com\/123repete3\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/ZENOS.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-331\" width=\"594\" height=\"857\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.smartreis.com\/123repete3\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/ZENOS.jpg 391w, https:\/\/www.smartreis.com\/123repete3\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/ZENOS-208x300.jpg 208w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 594px) 100vw, 594px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We were on one of our family road trips traveling down historic Route 66 in Missouri during the &#8217;60s. 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