Nic flew into LA Friday and we're strolling around Newport's Fashion Island and we're getting a little hungry. Let's go to the Ritz! "Erm, you're wearing a ripped up Pixies t-shirt, honey." Yeah, I know. They did seat us way in the back, yet we were still able to enjoy lobster and escargot and a really horrible lounge act. I explained to Nicolle that bad music is better than no music, and gave the corny duo $10 - but it might have been because of the chartreuse's game show host good looks. You decide. Oh, and at least two waiters came up to me to say, The Pixies rock!

In a restaurant, a convenience store, at a gas station, whatever, what's the craziest, coolest bit of canned muzak you ever heard?

Mine:
Julian Cope's World Shut Your Mouth (original version)at some yuppie Chinese place. I damn near choked on the moo goo gai pan when I heard that!