I have commented more than once that when I crank my home stereo to volumes that knock "decorative" plates off walls in faraway rooms and bounce "decorative" vases filled with seashells to their death, I was faced with a couple options posed rather directly by my Sainted wife:
1) Play the Who at some sad wuss level, missing out on hairs standing up on various parts of my body (as well as drowning out the next door neighbor endlessly mowing his lawn), or
2) Affix a space-age material to these delicate items such that a nearby nuclear blast would not dislodge them.
You can imagine which option won out. I HATE the sound of lawn mowers, and drowning them out with good old R&R seems only fair.
And as to "cranking" music up: the cranks are disappearing! Not curmudgeons, you nabobs of negativism, but the round knobs that crank music up, and dammit, I miss them. There is something visceral about winding that volume knob up. Wussy buttons or whatnots simply don't deliver.
I have a $70,000 car and it has a volume knob. And I love it! It has steering wheel buttons too, but I ignore them - give me a good crank.
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