“I was traumatized in college by someone who played one of their albums over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. It was horrible.”
I had that same type of repetitive trauma working in a restaurant with a live bluegrass act that played two shows a day and didn’t change the set list the entire summer.
Man, I so empathize with you. In my case, the person who played the album actually played the same one song over and over ad nauseum. It’s probably their most popular song. As soon as it comes on the radio, my husband does the sweet and thoughtful thing of giving it the thumbs down, and pressing “skip”. It’s one of the many ways ways I know my husband loves me.