Actually, I’ve heard rumors of a punishment like that here in Virginia. Car Stereo violators are placed in a room for eight hours with Frank Sinatra playing at top volume. It probably isn’t true, but it should be.
I wanted to do this last time I was tilling the soiling in my yard, but didn’t think the neighbors would appreciate high volume Wagner, Mahler, and Bruckner–three composers that would stir the soul played very loud. Okay, my musical taste is better than rap and grunge, but I’ a snob who doesn’t like sharing.
BTW, Bach is too subtle to blare, IMHO, though a Cantata going full tilt would certainly be interesting and could probably make a teenage boy’s ears bleed.
I really have to wonder why they’d play music so loud they’d need earplugs. Earplugs for other peoples music makes sense–But earplugs for your own music? Do you think they’d buy my bridge from Manhattan to Brooklyn? I’m selling cheap.
So…playing loud music is OK as long as it’s something you like? It’s perfectly OK to spread your Chopin around, but somebody who prefers rap has to keep it to himself?
No, Necros. The point is that the peopel who, 99.93% of the time are playing the music so loud that they themselves are, or should be, wearing earplugs, are playing socially hostile music. That is to say, thug-rap or whatever that shit emineminmeminemq put out. Verbal assualt laced with graphic language played at top level accompanied by booming bass.
Play whatever the hell you want, just don’t subject the rest of the world within a two block radius to your stylings. It’s called respect (and good taste.)
OK, I got another one for you: people on the subway who are listening to a WALKMAN WITH EARPHONES, and the music is STILL so loud you can hear it blaring all the way across the car. Jiminy Crickets—can you imagine how loud it must be inside those earphones? Obviously they have already deafened themselves and are blasting diligently away at those one or two remaining living cells within their ears . . .
“It’s really fun to blare NPR with the windows down while driving around town.”
—I love it! I hope you snap your fingers and bob your head up and down while listening to Cokie Roberts or that antibiotic woman, Maraliacin.
OK, so as long as it’s not music that offends your specific sense of society, thinksnow, then it’s OK? If it’s not hostile toward you and your beliefs, it’s OK? I’m assuming that you have been listening to the message carried by this music carefully enough to determine gangsta rap from politically motivated rap?
—My work is done here . . . I remember a few years ago when I was temping, I called in sick. Told my supervisor that I had a bad case of N.P.R., and my doctor was putting me on maraliacin.
Necros (and any others concerned), I apologize for losing subjectivity. No, it is not simply a matter of the music being inoffensive to the local society. The key issue here is the sheer volume, decibel-wise and sound-pressure-wave-wise, of the music pouring out into the street, your car, house and/or delicate sensibilities. It so happens that the huge majority of the music is rap of one sort or another, which leads to the not-quite tongue-in-cheek audible-counter-assault of playing country or classical music at full blast.
No music, or conversation for that matter, is a welcome thing when blaring above any and every other sound to the exclusion of your own thoughts. That, Necros, is the point. I again apologize for my bias and slant against the usual suspects.
[A little Motorcycle hijack]
Can I chime in here with my intense hatred for people riding around on motorcycles so loud that they can shake the fillings out of your teeth? My fiance finds it really funny how I imagine all kinds of violent deaths for these pencil-dicked Hell’s Angels wannabes (you know, hitting a pothole with the front wheel and arrowing headfirst into a tree, having the front wheel come off and getting smeared for 30 or 40 feet across some nice, sharp gravel mixed with broken beer bottles with the bike on top of them, shooting them from behind with a grenade launcher and watching all the little pieces of loud, ignorant biker raining down; that sort of thing).[/Motorcycle hijack]
Yes, exactly, the specific type of music doesn’t matter, it’s the volume. (I know this WOULD seem to contradict my earlier post, since I fight fire with fire by blasting ubercountry at them, but …) For instance, I love Metallica. But, when I have my windows rolled up and I can still hear the stereo in the car behind me at the light loud enough to not only recognize the song (which I can usually do with Metallica songs just by the general beat), but to understand the WORDS that Hetfield is singing- - that’s WAY TOO LOUD. Music good. Volume bad. I don’t understand how the driver of the car himself could hear it. When I get my stereo up too loud (half power) I can’t stand to listen to it anymore.
So why do I fight fire with fire? Because being assaulted by ubertwang usually makes them speed up to pass me, thus removing their sound from my ears…
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having the front wheel come off and getting smeared for 30 or 40 feet across some nice, sharp gravel mixed with broken beer bottles with the bike on top of them
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That happened to one of my friends’ parents. Well, the front wheel didn’t come off, they hit a pothole. Same effect.
From what I understand, what makes the loud noise and the vibration are woofers (or something) jutting out back of the car. It’s loud inside the car, but not as loud as we would imagine, which is why they can stand it. My best friend was going to get one of those for her car. “Everyone should listen to my music” she said. I tore her a new asshole for that. I don’t understand how people can stand really loud music. When it gets too loud for me, I can hear crackling sounds in my ear, like static or something.
I think what you mean by ‘jutting out the rear of the car’ is that the woofers are facing towards the back of the trunk. If the vehicle doesn’t have a large enough cabin space, the wave-forms may not have time to expand, and it sounds shitty. Facing the woofer towards the rear makes them reflect off the back of the car before heading towards the front, giving them a greater expansion distance. At least, that’s what I’ve learned.
Downtown Los Angeles Dopers can back me up on this…
I used to work in Downtown LA a couple of years back. I’d always walk about the city during my lunch hour and there would always be this One Dude who would be driving around in a little white Colt or Escort type car with the best jazz music just BUH-LASTING from his car. It was kind of funny 'cuz you could hear the fine jazz coming from blocks away. It was as loud as I’ve ever heard music coming from a car and all the while the guy is just sitting there staring straight ahead. I don’t know how he could stand the sheer volume. Day after day, he’d be out there cruising. He must have been a messenger. God, I hope he was a messenger.
It was a neat diversion from time to time there in mid-city, but to have that at night in your neighborhood… no way!
I got this snot nosed teen/young 20 something in my neighborhood that drives by 2-3-4 times a day in his fucking four door Suburau, his thump shit of a music at full blast. I can be in my office, feet on the wall while reclining in my office chair and before I even hear the fucked up shit I can feel it vibrate from up the fucking street. I always have the TV one and it’s a pretty isolated room in the house.
Oh then there’s the times I am vacuuming, with the TV up so I can kinda hear it and the mother fucker drives by and I can hear it and still feel the beat.
I am not kidding when I say this happens every fucking day. One of these days I am going to hide behind the pine tree in my yard and shoot out his fucking tires!
Well, at least when I am in the old folks home I will kinda be able to hear.
Oh and when I was living in the Denver area, I was leaving the parking lot of a King Soopers. I was enjoying my Led Zeppelin, at a good volumn, when this chick pulled up beside me with her music at deafening decibels. I looked at her, shook my head and with my automatic windows rolled up the passenger side window. The bitch had the fucking nerve to flip me off and say “Fuck You”. Granted I couldn’t hear it but I could see the words spoken. To that little bitch – don’t get offended if I don’t want to listen your shitty music, I am into my own music and I didn’t have mine so fucking loud that everyone in the 125,000 square foot parking lot could hear it.
grrrrrrrr
Thanks for this topic Pyrr, you were most helpful for letting me get out my frustrations. That neighbor kid is really starting to tick me off.
I forget to mention: ever noticed that the louder the music the more the distortion?
I can’t understand paying top dollar for a music system that hurts even my tin ear.
What we really need is for someone to invent a little device about the size of a TV remote control that shorts out the genitally challenged individuals boom system. In one second, POOF! Thousands of dollars of daddy’s money gone! Here in Nashvegas we have the unique joy of seeing white guys from the rich part of town riding around in the brand new Lexus or Land Rover or other high dollar SUV their daddy bought them, while listening to rap at glass shattering volumes. This kills me, because nine times out of ten, these guys are the epitome of what the rappers are railing against in their “songs.” Then there’s the poor white guys who ride around in their cars with rap blaring out and rebel flags waving from any elevated point on the car. I’d ask someone to explain this to me, but I doubt if they could come up with anything other than, “genetic drift” or “excessive inbreeding” for an answer. Then there was the guy who claimed his stereo pumped out 60,000 dB!!! Obviously, the sound pressure had started pulping what little brains he had.