On the Table

Massage usually makes me happy but massage music always makes me sad.  All those cellos bowing away, all those tunes in a minor key, or worse yet,  the sounds of the ocean.  Instead of soothing they just make me sad.  I'd rather silence.  Now I know why Steve always had one of the Kings--Freddy, Albert or B.B.--blasting at full volume when he was on the table.