SORRY, I CAN’T HEAR YOU, DID YOU JUST SAY “BEER MUGS F*CK?”
Last week, in a post entitled “Live Fast, Deaf Young,” the always entertaining The Deciblog posted the above photos with the following text:
“Metal is a life-long commitment to nihilism and self-destruction. You don’t bang your head because it’s good for your neck, you don’t get drunk because it’s good for your liver, and you don’t hold back. Even as a fan in the audience, you put your head on the monitor and bang it. The goal is complete and utter sonic destruction, and earplugs are a direct affront to that most noble and humble of causes.”
So where do you all stand on this issue? It’s only been in the past couple of years that I’ve started wearing the plugs, ’cause I noticed that my hearing was rapidly deteriorating, and seeing my 62 year-old mother, who never listened to anything heavier than Phil Ochs, find herself in need of a hearing aid scared me straight. Still, I’m the first to admit that concerts with plugs is like sex with a condom: pretty fucking good but still vastly inferior.