There's something oddly calm and serene about this CNBC station identification break circa 1989. The music seems not designed to suggest the market is about to effin explode at every moment. The voice is calming and authoritative, and entirely without personality. The colors are muted and sedate. But there are those news and stock tickers, rushing past at panic speed, vaguely foreshadowing the CNBC we all know and love tolerate today.