Remember the scene in High Anxiety where Dick Van Patton’s character is killed by being trapped in a car with a very loud radio? His ear drums apparently burst and we know he’s dead because there’s a little trickle of blood coming out of one ear. Getting beyond the “is it possible for a standard-issue 1970’s car radio with speakers in the dashboard [only] to get loud enough to cause damage, because, after all that was the point of the scene, I’m wondering if I was taking my life in my hands on the way to work today.
You see, I have the latest Josh Groban CD and I had it turned up to window-rattling levels – which for a vocalist is probably not as much a threat as say, Megadeath. Or any of those banks with the screaming lead singers. Or maybe Sousa marches (my dad had an album called “Brass Band Bash” and it was my sister’s favorite album for quite a while. I need to remember to tell her kids that in a few years.).
Anyway, I survived the ride in, and I’m happy to tell you, there was no ear bleedage. Run out and get the new CD, by the way. More good stuff.
