All The Hoons

Can you imagine thrash music lovers (I said thrash, not trash, Though maybe I meant trash, and some of you, if we are communicating effectively, would have read trash not thrash) and those heavy metal music lovers, sitting on the couch in their later years (50 plus). Will they still be slamming their heads up and down as they listen to the music? Probably they’ll end up in the hospital with dislocated necks and have the police still coming round with noise complaints as they are then so deaf, they need to have the music up twice as loud as when they were younger. Why does music have to be loud to apparently be enjoyed. Your hearing is temporary at best. If you are lucky it will last you till your forty. Before parts start getting lost. Many of the young people today, using personal earphones, unfortunately have the music so loud, their hearing may last till 30. Take a tip. Turn it down. Listen to the nuance of the music, not the volume.

What is it with the need of some … degenerates (it’s the only word I think applies) to have loud, very loud, at times extremely loud cars that thump and shake their way down the quiet suburban streets? I am not only referring to the ridiculous music systems they have in the cars; completely over sized and over-bassed, which produce so much noise the actual vehicles practically vibrate not just the windows, but the houses as they pass. Not only is the music repetitious, boring (sure it’s my opinion) and at times offensive (that, is not only my opinion) but they seem to understand its so bad, they have to drive around with the windows open so the dreadful music can escape the car. They obviously don’t want to listen to it either. I suggest, they want that music, wind their windows up and listen to it.

Then again, there are those with engines that drag in massive air with a tortured scream and huge noisy exhausts that cough out like a consumptive herd of hippopotamuses’, as they drive along those streets, annoying every other resident. The crash of cups can be heard, falling from kitchen shelves, vibrated from their place. If you ever wondered if sonic weapons exist, check what your local hoons are driving. Perhaps we haven’t done enough testing and research for our military? Maybe we could just send some of these cars overseas, with a few minor modifications to allow them to travel over the various terrain, and other armies would simply surrender just to get rid of them. They are never popular in any neighbourhood I know of.

I do know that sound affects people different ways. A mob can be manipulated by emotional noises, scared into motion by noises and single yelled phrases. So, while I had a parent who yelled when angry, and struck out at us in punishment, it tended to create a certain ‘auditory exclusion’, when instructions were being given out. Mr Walsh, had a completely different way of dealing with instruction, and now, as I sat crying at the desk he continued to explain what he meant.

(Continued tomorrow)