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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Chuzzlewit who wrote (34933)	4/15/1999 10:37:00 AM
From: Dayuhan	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

Have you never stopped at a light and discovered your car being levitated by some ill-defined throbbing emanating from some ill-defined location being played by some ill-cultured teenager attempting to demonstrate the size of his penis by how loud he can turn his sound system up? Isn't that what leads to road rage? An answer might be an even louder sound system, and perhaps Wagner.

To: Chuzzlewit who wrote (34933)	4/15/1999 12:40:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Respond to of 108807

Rock is usually not the problem here. It is rap or khrap ot hip-hop or whatever they call that acoustic alkali. It is engineered to fully deflect the coils in the 15 inch drivers mounted in the trunk area. Naaaasty stuff.

To: Chuzzlewit who wrote (34933)	4/15/1999 4:08:00 PM
From: Edwarda	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 108807

Chuzz, dear, I have some bad news for you: Message 8942080

To: Chuzzlewit who wrote (34933)	4/15/1999 6:19:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

I feel no sympathy at all for you wimpy oldpeople. Yesterday I was invited to listen to the Dress Rehearsal of the boys' band, sHoW?, before the big competition Saturday night. Not only that, knowing I was a musician--they asked me to take notes! I was so flattered. Picture me in a corner of the poolhouse, glass of wine and pad and pencil, surrounded by five boys and a morass of instruments, amplifiers, wires, and microphones. They're SO EXCITED! Someone is listening to them!! THe cats sneak in, thinking they're getting away with something. They last through the first chord and then go tearing out the open door, ears flattened, tails down, eyes terrified. Five minutes later, I think I probably look the same. Especially when my older son picks up a trumpet, an instrument he played for two years in middle school and not since, and puts it up to the microphone. They scream, they leap in the air, they make strange and wondrous noises with their guitars. And I think they are just incredible. Really. Isn't that odd? They're so young and beautiful and sincere, and they wrote a lot of this music so they really CARE about it. I of course took few notes, only told them I thought they were wonderful, their music was wonderful and that I knew they'd win. Then I went back to the house, took some aspirin and laid down.