That’s not a cite, it’s an opinion and if you look at the actual article, they lost the fight.
“The ukulele (/juːkəˈleɪliː/ yoo-kə-LAY-lee, from Hawaiian: ʻukulele [ˈʔukuˈlɛlɛ] (oo-koo-leh-leh); variant: ukelele,)”
Hi CCarol - hope your boy is enjoying sophomore year. My son’s freshman year was tough, but he’s in a much better spot now.
Ukes: You sound like my dad! He only said ookulele and corrected folks. Y’see my mom leads the local uke group. She collects and has maybe 55 including Portuguese proto-ukes and early Kamakas. She rolls with the pronunciation even while it rubbed my dad the wrong way!
Tom Petty gets played in grocery stores. That automatically nullifies everything he’s ever accomplished.
My grocery store plays everything from Adele to Prince to Whitney Houston. Careers nullified!!
I was amused to hear a Muzak version of The Clash’s London Calling in my supermarket here in Panama.
A bit of my soul died when heard the Musak version of “Revolution” in a store.
My store, Ralphs/Kroger in Westwood, Los Angeles, plays mostly safe popish songs from several genres. But they are on the cutting edge of grocery stores: They have a sushi bar, a beer and wine bar, a juice bar and a Starbucks.
While a fine topic - I choose to disagree, but there ya go - I am not sure I grok how this observation relates to drad dog’s douchebagginess.
I thought I heard a whooshing sound, but maybe it was just white noise (which has a more calming effect than Muzak).
Ah - he was speaking in the voice of ddog?? Man, you all are playing chess, and I’m playing Chopsticks. No. Wait…
Now I’m really curious about a Muzak version of Chopsticks…
NoooOOOoo…the fight is not lost, we are still fighting! My post is my cite.
Seriously, no one says “yook” in Hawaii. Of course, what you folks do on the mainland is up to you.
WordMan, glad to hear your son’s sophomore year is shaping up well. Our son was lucky from the get-go, and he hasn’t encountered any significant problems (yet). He’s thriving and enjoying himself immensely.
Stand your ground. And don’t back down.
All the way back in the fall of 1976, I heard a Muzak version of Dylan’s “The Times, They Are A-Changin’” over the sound system of the place I was working.
Should have been re-titled, “The Times, They Ain’t A-Changed Much.”
The grocery stores in my far-from-cutting-edge exurb play all sorts of stuff over their sound systems; I never know what I’ll hear. But a good deal of the time, it’s relatively current stuff. I’ll be pushing my cart down the aisle to Imagine Dragons or Bastille.
All right: this thread has gone four pages, and we’ve drifted into grocery store music, initially (apparently, he says cluelessly), a commentary on the corksniffing pedantry we have been railing at, but now, simply because Dopers love a good hijack. 
More importantly, our doggy douchebag has been active on the SDMB but stayed out of this thread. He can’t get past a word, one which I have made clear, is not the point. I am not sure what he is looking to claim about being above it all, but all I see is an example of the exact same behavior from him: acting like a petulant twit, while not engaging people who are talking to him.
This Pitting can be done*, but to be clear: there is some shit up with which we Dopers will not put. One of the worst is the charge of Bad Geekery with the intent to be a Smug Douche - that’s a first-degree offense, I tell you!! You are now, via the full power of this very silly Pitting, That Guy™. Don’t be That Guy.
*well, until it achieves sentience with Skynet thanks to Crazyhorse. It may be back.
*second ETA: scabpicker, cool?
I’ve heard Joy Division in the supermarket. Weird.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
I’ve heard The Clash in the supermarket, although never “Lost in the Supermarket”.
Around 40 years ago, when Supertramp was popular, I heard a Muzak version of Breakfast In America in a supermarket.