Help! I'm trapped in an elevator and I can't get out

I'm not sure how it happened, but I now spend all of my time listening to elevator music. Well, not counting the time I spend listening to Lady Gaga, which is an admittedly odd contrast. It's bad people. It all started with enjoying that Jon Schmidt Viva la Vida/Love story mashup. Next thing I know I have a Jon Schmidt station on Pandora that's playing every waking non-class hour.  Some of it is nice respectable piano music - not terribly amazing, but not the musical equivalent of Thomas Kinkaid or anything horrendous like that. On the other hand, a few days ago I heard a piece where the piano was accompanying the sound of surf and seagulls. And I almost liked it.

Yesterday I was just disgusted with myself  and decided I was going to listen to some real music with powercords and suggestive lyrics. I really enjoyed it for the first 20 minutes or so, and then I just got tired from all of the effort I had to extend. Paying attention to the lyrics, interplay between the instruments, key changes and what not was just to much for me.

I ultimately compromised with xylophone versions of Queen songs designed for infants whose parents refuse to let go of their hipper ways. Saddly, it did make me feel better. Apparently I'm turning into a grandma who's afraid of loud noises and upsettingly carnal guitar riffs. I want you all to promise me that if I start sounding like my Mom* and railing about how most pop/rock music is evil and did you know that AC/DC stands for anti-Christ devil child (Mom wasn't that up to date on the evil bands), that you'll strap me in a chair with quality music blasting until I come to my senses (preferably in a non-clockwork orange sort of a way). Thanks in advance.



*Mom, I love you dearly, and you did introduce me to the greatness of the Beatles as a child, for which I'll always be grateful. But that AC/DC thing is ridiculous.