Is This One Of The Unwritten Rules Of Life?

I’ve noticed this all my life. Whenever you are out and about and some fool comes along in their car and is blasting the music as loud as possible where anyone within 10 city blocks could hear the music- the music coming out of the car is always awful. It must be some unwritten rule in life that this has to be. I can only recall one time EVER hearing music in this situation where it was good. About 20 years ago some fool was blarring the music [at 11 like in “Spinal Tap”} and it was Neil Young’s “Hey Hey, My My” a classic.

Last night I was outside this great used bookstore looking at books they had out on the sidewalk. Some fool in the parking lot had one of these songs playing that passes for popular country music today. I am not sure of who it was- there seem to be about 5 or 6 of these male country singers who seem to sound the same. This guy was blarring this song and hooting and  hollering like he’d just discovered Hank Williams. An hour later we pulled into the motel we are staying at and this car was sitting unoccupied and the music was so loud it was a wonder the motel wasn’t shaking. The sounds coming out of the car sounded something like Prince on crack. The funny thing was I was just telling Mrs. Postcard about this ‘unwritten rule of life” 5ive minutes before we got out of the car and heard the wacked out Prince like music. When we pulled into the parking lot she just started laughing.


6 responses to “Is This One Of The Unwritten Rules Of Life?

    • I should have added- there is probably a reason why you never hear good music in this situation.. anyone who is inside a car and has their music up to the max…. is probably a fool to begin with. How could you expect a fool to like anything of quality…when they don’t value their hearing…

    • The only time I allow myself to forgive or overlook similar situations is if the offender is singing along. Call me crazy but I cut some slack if at least their heart is in it. 🙂

  1. I do have to admit that if I post about a song and the radio plays that same song the next day—-I will become that guy and I will sing along…I somehow feel that the universe and me are in some kind of synergy at that moment and I am allowed this transgression of civilized manners…it is Rock n Roll.

  2. The trunk deck lid often vibrates and rattles to make the sound even worse. An aside. While waiting at a traffic light in Omaha, Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” was blaring out of an old pickup truck. It made my day.

  3. Sometimes during the night I feel the beat through the walls as the cars pass by with their radios blasting during the wee hours of the morning. That’s not a way I choose to be awakened.

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