Ping-ponging around the makeshift dance floor was a bearded man in flamingo pink joggers carrying a laptop. Karl Scholz, 41, was using the computer to tune the sounds coming out of each of the six hulking stacks of speakers along the street, each painted the same bold pink as his pants....
If you don't like the noise, don't live in the city.
“If you’re a dancer,” Scholz said, “you know how much you need to do this regularly, how essential this is for your sanity and health.”...
For some people, sound felt in the body is essential to sanity and health.
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Noise canceling headphones. Maybe a little Ozzy for affirmative action.
Bark at the Moon
Where's the brown note when you need one?
It?
Drone those suckers.
Sound felt under the shingles makes a sturdy roof.
When you can feel other people's music *inside* your own body, it is maddeningly invasive. If it happens every day (or every week), you might go insane.
I do not think the "might" is needed: "If it happens every day (or every week), you might go insane."
That guy should be arrested. Nothing I hate more than being forced to listen to someone else’s shitty rap music (or Mexican) booming out of a car.
My float on the Niobrara was wrecked by auto-tuned voices.
...a bearded man in flamingo pink joggers carrying a laptop. Karl Scholz, 41, was using the computer to tune the sounds coming out of each of the six hulking stacks of speakers along the street, each painted the same bold pink as his pants....
"The music like owns you, that house music, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM... Do you find it hard to hide the fact that you're gay?"
So what?, so let's dance!
But... Music is an invasion of my personal privacy!
This tale narrates the unnerving somatic transcendence of Bass... bass.
Oops - not invasion - Violation!
Having felt Clapton's solo in "I Feel Free" thru a Marshall Super Lead 100 in a medium sized venue back in the 60's I'll state it WAS maddeningly invasive and lovely.
A few months ago I was behind a group of youths at a red light, and by chance we had the same radio station on. Their stereo was much more powerful than mine.
It was a really good jam. They were having a blast - the car was bouncing.
Dance I Say
If it happens every day (or every week), you might go insane.
Son of Sam
Pink is the new red, white and blue.
This scenario goes a long way toward explaining Mamdani's popularity to New Yorkers.
Nightclub-grade audio means lots of repetitive modulation, programmed keyboards, and drum machines generating 120 to 160 beats per minute.
This is not a compliment. Night club music is meant for quick mating dances. Where's the foam party or a private room?
WHAT?? *cups hand to ear* WHAT!?
Silver lining - the hearing aid business will be booming!
I crave silence sometimes... My husband, OTOH, seems always to want some kind of sound going. When we were dating, it was music - music while studying, music while writing a paper, music all the time. He still wants music as background whenever we have people over, which bugs me when we're practicing our Spanish on our neighbors. But now he's discovered podcasts, which is what he tends to listen to on walks.
What really astonishes me is that he'll keep an earbud in when we're hiking so he can pop on a playlist. Whatever, dude...
I live in a WUI: Wilderness Urban Interface. There is an old semi-defunct winery two ridgelines away, maybe two miles as the crow flies. It is now an outdoor concert venue. I can clearly hear the music at night, and friends a couple miles farther away say it is even louder (some trick of topography).
Doesn't bother me much, but I do wonder about folks living closer. I think somebody at the venue has a friend on the city council who intercepts noise complaints.
It's psychosomatic
@Fred Drinkwater: "I can clearly hear the music at night, and friends a couple miles farther away say it is even louder (some trick of topography)."
I used to live in a quiet hill-and-valley region. When the wind was just right, you could hear an ordinary conversation from half a mile or a mile away in a valley.
An enterprising neighbor several miles away opened a motocross park without any permitting. While the sound was extremely faint/not an issue for us, their neighbors got it shut down. They kept it open as long as possible because they were pulling in $20K per weekend. Long, long ago.
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