I worked from home today 'cause the train was all screwed up this morning and I felt my time was better spent actually doing something instead of standing on a train platform for the majority of the morning.
So the amps have been on all day and I had one of the channels on "Music Choice" on the cable box piped through all day. So they're good and hot.
My neighbor stopped by just to BS since he's currently unemployed and was avoiding packing for a wedding he has to go to this weekend.
He comes in with beer. GOOD MAN!
Sits down and starts jabbering and then asks "What's that sound? Is there music playing?" I said "Yeah" and twisted the knob on the GFP-750. Then he says "Oh! Hey! Play this song!" and queues something up on his cellphone.
So we listened to it and it was a good song. Dunno what it was 'cause I've been drinking since about 2 PM and trying to figure out how to get BlueCoat proxies and ArcSight loggers to talk to each other. My brain is potato.
He was suitably impressed with the quality of the reproduction. Then he picked up the CD case that was sitting next to him on the end table and said "What's this?" I said "Butthole Surfers".
He gave me a quizzical look and I thought it was either not his style or before his time. So I said "You're heard them before. "Pepper" was huge." So he says "Well, queue it up!" It was already in the SACD player so I just switched sources and hit play.
I turned it up to 11.
His socks were blown off by "The Little Penis Speakers" and the amp meters were pegging the needles pretty good. Probably over driving it all but hey, sometimes ya gotta just rock out!
Then he looked around and got this look on his face and started shouting to mute it. So I paused it and was like "What? What's wrong?"
He says "Did you feel that?" I said "Feel what?" He says "It felt like...an earthquake!"
I said "Oh, no. Didn't feel it." and hit play to go back to my killer air guitar solo.
A few seconds later he's yelling "There it is again!"
Then I realized, that was no earfquake. That was about 1100 watts behind eight 12" woofers.
I paused it and told him "That's no earfquake, dude. That's the stereo." He says "Whaaaaaaaaaat????? You're kidding!" I said "Nope, I'll even point at you when the earfquake starts and you tell me if I get it right!" So I hit play again and pointed at him and got it right each time.
He says "Holy sh!#!!!"
Then, since the amps were warm and the speakers loose, I played Deep Blue Something's "Breakfast At Tiffany's" which is acoustic guitar heavy and turned it up to 12.
He was rubbing his ears and shouting when he left with a big stupid grin on his face.
He might have gotten bitten by the bug.