Men & Women & Bass

Yeah, this makes me feel like puking too, but that's because of the (lack of) *quality* of the bass, not the *quantity*. (In fact, that same description always seems to apply to the music too, come to think of it. :-)

If you only play bass as well as I unfortunately do, there are easier ways of making a room full of 'fans' puke after your solo. But then again, any kind of purported 'rock' music that would even feature bass solos at all would likely be puke-inducing to my own sensibilities ("My Generation" excepted).

(BTW, does anybody think there is a grosser thread than this in all of the archives? :-)

Yep, I'll bet all the chix dig Phasecorrect...

Damn, Kelly beat me to the punchline... ;^)
(For the record though, I guess I would've said something like, "Hey, I'd probably puke too if I found myself at a Cher concert - wouldn't you?" Obviously, the woman just possesses some latent good taste.)

Still, I think Cfb's on to something else here: It's not the bass, it's not the volume, it's not a male or female thing - it's the mind-twistingly scary plastic surgery! Get within too close a range of Cher at just the wrong instant in her living-on-borrowed-time existence, and something other than your own throw-up might splatter your shoes when that job finally lets go...

(But you know, I cannot tell a lie, Cher will still always be cool to me. Just toss your hair, lick your lip, pull up your fur vest, throw on your old copy of "I Got You Babe", and remember a more innocent time. She was tough, she was babelicious, she wore striped jeans with fringed suede boots, gazed up with Cleopatra eyes from under those perfectly straight long black locks - and she had Sonny Bono writing the tunes and producing at his Phil Spector meets Jack Nitzsche best. Try to forget that he became a Republican and she became a vocoder-abusing, sequin-hoarding geriatric mannequin. Just don't lose yourself in the reverie and ski into a tree...)

Power, shmower: This man has no use for HT-variety "T-REX" bass (or the movies it comes in).
(But T. Rex, now that's another story - Marc Bolan forever, jeepsters! :-)

Aha! So Judit was wrong! It's not all about a feeling of power!
It's about...um...uh...a feeling of something else...
...um, never mind. ;^)

No Judit, I wouldn't do that...uh, you aren't one, are you? ;^)

(BTW, I don't really think you're wrong about the male/power thing, and not just about bass or volume or competitiveness or absolutist/perfectionist secret knowledge and supposed super-human abilities of discernment, but about the whole gear/money/acquisitive audiophile paradigm. This would suggest that the impulse, evolutionarily speaking, might have originated in the need to attract a mate, like any display of power, and has been subverted for a few in our modern world into the audio hobby we know today. But how can this theory explain your presence in our midst? :-)

P.S. - For a laugh along these lines, have a look at the ad on page 36 of the current Stereophile...

...Don't even want to know what made your ex-wife scream like that once a week...