The Police Chat

Yeah, I admit it – I’m a hopeless music-lover. Without music, I’d be, well, that much insane-er (Grammar Police, welcome to JerkLogic). And listening to my favorite music when I’m pushing 80 miles an hour on the freeway just borders on orgasmic. Well, until the dude in the pimped-out Civic with 36-inch rims and loud bass fills my rearview mirror – Then the fun begins. Ready? Lovely.

Along with the bright blue neon glow underneath the aforementioned Civic, the guy seems to have installed six subwoofers with enough combined power to drown out Yankee Stadium during the World Series. Oh, and they’re turned up to eleven, ala Spinal Tap. Just lovely. Now aside from completely obliterating all hopes of hearing my precious music, said monster loud bass has begun creating a genuine, honest-to-god mini earthquake, shaking windows, small landmarks, and that sweet eighty-year old woman’s dentures completely loose. And my spleen appears to have completely relocated itself to just under my left knee. What’s up with the crazy noisy music and loud cars, people?

So, my fellow music-lovers, honestly, what gives? There’s no way I can accept that 3000 watts of in-your-face loud bass and noisy music can honestly enhance one’s listening experience in any way, shape or form. Who else is with me on this? Please don't tell me that bass loud enough to melt your face off will completely enhance your listening experience. I will laugh at you. Hard. Other than that, comments, suggestions and snorts are welcomed as always!