Well, that was certainly the question I asked of the usher. I don’t recall exactly what he said to me, but it was effectively, “Because you’re being an asshole.” Which I was. I was blasting that thing as long and as loud as I could.
I was probably 13 and very curious…
Wait, never mind, I just looked up what this was on Google. I’ve never had one and my wife would kill me if I got one today.
I did used to have a bullroarer as a kid when I was a teenager. My dad had picked one up in Australia. That thing was really fun. Not as loud as a vuvuzela though, not even close.