A Note on Bass

The curmudgeon has, he must admit, an affinity for a good bass line.   When my stereo pounds out the music it was bought for at the volume it was meant for, things bounce.  Give me good ole Rock & Roll at hearing-endangering volumes, and I am transported.

Perhaps the stereo show in NYC in 1984 helped - I was wandering through the Cerwin Vega showroom just as they hit the definitive moment in Emerson, Lake and Palmer's "Tank."  It was being played VERY loudly on a $1600 pair of speakers that were the size of a small car.  My chest compressed with each note.  I was never the same again.

My guiding principle: There is music that simply can't be played loud enough.

Especially when my sainted wife is trying to make some obscure point.

(This has been re-published with a favorite photo of me).