elevator music

We’re on the tram now, weird elevator music threatening to drown out the conversation.

It is the elevator music, the Muzak, of potato dishes.

“The fine-art equivalent of elevator music,” huffed another.

Which is why we should stop asking why the message is still allowed to happen and start asking when it became distilled down to constitutional elevator music.

White House meetings with allies like Yoon might seem like the elevator music of foreign policy, predictable and preprogrammed.