You’ve heard of ‘elevator muzak’, right? That’s the lounge-style stuff that’s already burbling away in a lift (the proper name for what Americans call ‘elevator’) when you get into it. It covers those otherwise embarrassing quietnesses during which total strangers might have to speak in order to cover-up their farts or other involuntary internal bodily noises.
Most people hate ‘elevator muzak’.
Well, here’s a lift in the Royal Festival Hall in London. It’s an open glass lift, and now sings to you as you travel. Well, it hums. Or ‘la-la-la’s at you. The ‘la-la-la’ slowly goes up or down depending on whether you are going up or down. And then it sings the floor level you have arrived at. The higher the level, the higher the singing. The lower the level, the lower the singing.
To understand what I mean, check out the videos.
But, I’m wondering if it gets on your nerves after a while. Imagine working in a place where you have to constantly use the lifts for different parts of your company, and they are singing to you. Cheer you up or drive you mad?
Sliding from the top to the bottom:
And stopping at each floor:
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