Imagine some clip art of someone saying “turn it down” so I don’t have to hunt for it on the internet. Clip art is for 1994. Moving on, possibly mooing on, depending on whether my opinions are genuine or just bovine.
I look into my room and see a variety of electric instruments. Muscle movements make musical notes, those vibrations turn to electrical energy, and the electrical energy turns into sound waves. I look at this collection and see that very few of them have been played above an apartment’s appropriate sound level. I realize I have an emotional aversion to playing loud.
Having tinnitus in my left ear at the ripe old age of 27 doesn’t help.
Loudness was always something to avoid, something I feared, yet these instruments become completely different entities when turned loud. The sound coming out of the amplifier sonically beating the tar out of the object creating that noise. The essence of feedback. The guitar is talking, yelling, screaming at itself.
Of course others who hear it aren’t enjoying it as much as the player. Being told to “turn it down” has left a bitter taste in my mouth. It is a sense of power to pluck 6 strings pulled across a piece of wood and some metal to have the walls start to shake.
In summation, apartments are great. Stop writing tonight, Jeremy. If anything, the internet needs less honest people.