What I hope I never hear again

The hotel played music on the sound system continually, unshockingly. It was Yani or Kenny G versions of songs that you didn't immediately recognize. I had not thought that Beach Boys could be played on clarinet, but I head it today. I didn't know that the flute and pan flute could be used to play Kenny Loggins, "I'm Alright", but I know now. I tell you, it was terrible.

One guy -- nut in black seemed either anxious or queer when lightly tapping to one song. I think he was just tired of waiting, and not really enjoying the version we were all hearing. I'll accept that, not that he liked that song on trombone.