So I went to a party this last weekend. It wasn't a huge congregation, just a medium-sized get together with about 30 people in a small-ish apartment, but overall well executed. Except for one thing: speakers.
Ladies and gentlemen, if you are going to have a party, make sure you have ridiculously large speakers, big enough to get even the most timid of wallflowers dancing or at least involuntarily shaking with the bass vibrations. In normal life, I'm the first person to get pissed off at people playing their music too loud. My evil eye is staring right at you, car audio aficionados. But under the circumstances of a party, you are given a mandate to rock, and you'd better fulfill the damn thing.
Which made me think: maybe that could be my job. I could bike around with a pair of speakers and receiver set, finding all the parties that needed a little volume boost. When the neighbors threaten to call the cops, my job would be done and I would go on my way to find other poor hosts in need. I think there's demand.
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