Take it to eleven
Loudness. I hate it loud. Anything, Everything. Life is too loud: Kids screaming, people yelling, TV on, silence.
Music can’t get loud enough. Music awakens, the emotions, energy, passion. Music makes me feel great, it makes me feel terrible, it makes me feel something. Music is just math really with rhythm, timing, ticking metronomes, perfect pitch. Math sucks but music is alright. Music is the NEW math.
Turn it UP!
I am unsure of a way to get music across better than by turning it up. Crank it loud, as loud as it goes and then just add a little more. Take it to eleven. At eleven is when the true meaning of the song, the lyrics become apparent. Choruses, bridges, codas, and verses all become what they were meant to be. Perfect.
A hot wired Marshall stack can make anyone sound like they are the angel of death roaring through the clouds to take us away to a different place. It’s terrifying.
If you want to listen to music as loud as it gets pick up a good set of in-ear headphones. The gods must have created these little wonders. They shut out everything else. Let the music hit your brain unfiltered, perfect. Take it to eleven.
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- 11.17.09 / 8pm