I thought about the term "If it's too loud, you're too old". Tonight was the first night I'd gone out on the town in a while...and I might go back to quiet nights in for a while again.
I went to check out one of the new nightclubs that's opened up here (operated by Ministry of Sound, one of the UK's major promoters & dance music labels). I went into the main room to get my groove on, and almost immediately I couldn't stand it. Not the songs they were playing (the usual British commercial dance stuff), but the sheer volume. One wall of the main room was literally *ALL* speakers...about ten feet tall, ten to fifteen feet wide. And in the tradition of Spinal Tap, the volume was turned to 11. To be honest, I don't think the volume was out of the ordinary, but the room was a lot smaller than most nightclubs, so maybe that's why it felt unbearably loud. I got out of there after about an hour.
So on the walk home I decided to stop into a takeaway for some food. A bunch of yobs had ordered before me, and decided to start singing football chants. The owner of the shop called out for them to pick up their orders but they ignored him. He told them two or three times to keep the noise down or he wouldn't serve them. Don't know why it bothered me so much but I yelled out "Would you SHUT THE FUCK UP? How about I show up at your house at five in the morning and sing a damn song? The guy's trying to serve you, so SHUT UP!" At this point, everyone's looking at me like I have two heads (also probably because I'm American).
Anyways, I picked up my food, came home, ate, and wondered, WTF just happened?




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