There is a massive Special Snowflake in my town. Apparently, this person thinks it's totally okay to play their bass so loudly that the whole house shakes when they drive past, and they drive down my street at least once a week. If you sit in the front of the house, your chest hurts from the vibrations. I can only surmise that the person wears earplugs and noise - canceling headphones at the same time to keep from going deaf.
Or is already deaf. Deaf folks like them a strong bass-line.
I think I've said this here recently, but what I don't get about people who play their music way too loud is that it's almost never what most people would consider good music. Even allowing for varying tastes, it's generally crap. I don't care for rap, for example, but I've heard people who do like it comment that the idiot blaring rap out of his car isn't even playing good rap. Same goes for rock, pop, any genre you care to name. I don't get it.
I mean, if some nimrod came driving down my street blaring Clapton, or Sinatra, or "Freebird," or whatever, I'd still be annoyed by the volume but at least I'd respect the guy's taste.
When I was a teenager, I swore that if I ever had the money, I'd buy a magnificent car stereo and drive around with opera blaring. (Still rude, I realize, but why doesn't anyone ever seem to do it?)
I prefer the 1812 Overture
Polka. A nice, strong polka.
And I have a lot of time to think about this, since it happens multiple times daily here. And for hours when the neighbors work on the car. And during BLOCK PARTIES, when the music can go non-stop for literally 15 hours. And block party season is coming...
I'm not entirely sure if I should be embarrassed about this, but when my father rebuilt his 93 Mustang (5.0L engine, manual transmission, bored and stroked, hydraulic clutch-really, a hot-rod dream car) he installed a sweet sound system that could drown out 95 percent of all the thumpmobiles on the roads. My mother was the primary driver of that car for years. Whenever she got near the others on the road, she'd crank up her radio. Beethoven, Wagner, Stravinsky, Respighi, Prokofiev, and Rachmaninoff are some of her favorites. If she could swing it, she had one particular favorite cued and ready to go....
So, picture this: Sweet hot-rod, racing car, 50-something year old grandma behind the wheel who get annoyed at the young person next to her. She smiles, flicks the volume control and this is what you hear:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQwGTe_MueM
(Skip to roughly the 3 minute mark, and note that she liked to have it set so the tympani line was very, very prominent.)