That's what my dad asked me this morning when I came down for breakfast, because unfortunately I had pulled a lovely late night parking job and turned my car off in the middle of a song climax. ("Trust Me" by The Fray - "When you're older, you might underSTAND...") When he went to move it this morning he about blew his socks off.I have to admit, I love to turn my music up good and loud. Driving at night with my windows down and my volume way up is one of my absolute favorite things to do. Last night it was up so loud that I couldn't hear myself singing along at the top of my lungs, which is the correct way to listen to both "Hate (I Really Don't Like You)" by the Plain White T's and "Two Weeks in Hawaii" by Hellogoodbye.
I love loud music for the same reason I love going to concerts. It's a total adrenaline rush when you can actually feel the build. And I guess I'd better cut back a little so that feeling isn't the only way for me to enjoy music in the future, but there must be some sort of compromise for me. I really just can't give up those nights of shouting "Off with their heads!" when I'm driving down the road listening to The Shins' "Sleeping Lessons," and hearing the shrillest highs and lowest lows with the windows down when "Such Great Heights" is guiding me home.
My guess is I'll listen to loud music until I become curmudgeonly (read: have children and have to drive around listening to whatever crap kids are listening to by then) and the whatever hearing I have left will be preserved for the rest of my days.
But I'd better start saving up for hearing aids just in case, because I'm going to need the best.



