Techno at the doctor’s office
WROUM, Schi, Schi, Schi, WROUM, Schi, Schi, Schi, Jiiii, Jiiii, Jiiii, Jiiii – No, we’re not at a techno concert, but in an MRI tube. Anyone who has ever had the questionable pleasure of having done an MRI scan will know what I’m talking about. As if it wasn’t bad enough to feel like Dracula in a coffin, you’re subjected to the most boring techno music in the world. As I lay there trying not to sway to the beat, I asked myself: Does it have to be that loud?