I believe I recently noted that I like my Rock and Roll music somewhat loud. Due to an unfortunate breakage incident - a beautiful seashell-filled vase that my Sainted wife had put on top of a speaker in hopes of lessening the manliness of raw speaker power, sort of walked itself off the speaker, and plunged the 4 feet to its death.
Now, I blame The Who, but she had different thoughts on who was accountable.
We rebuilt - a handsome new vase, once again filled with seashells. The next time I had a Who music moment at volumes that can't be beat, being no dummy, I carefully set it on the floor, lest the tragic incident be repeated.
How was I to know that decorative plates on the kitchen wall would leap into space?
I blame The Who.
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