I happen to have a personal association with the Who's "I'm Free" from Tommy. After a particularly monumentally awful Spring Weekend date at Brown, including a disdainful throw-away dismissive comment "this is a roomful of toys," upon the creature's departure, I decided to play, naturally, "I'm Free."
At volumes that would impress the actual Who. Cracks developed in century-old bell towers across campus. Jimi Hendrix paused in his on-campus concert for a moment.
These days, the only damage done is to (formerly) wall-mounted frou-frou plates and little else due to my quick thinking to catch things in mid fall as they bounce off the speakers (see certain late January adventures involving the Who).
One could argue there might - just might - have been some damage to my hearing. Honking car horns have always annoyed me - no more. Hell, I haven't heard a word Matlock - or better yet, my Sainted wife - has said in days. This is not hearing loss as much as selective hearing "tuning."
The Who rules.
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