Of Thunder and Heavier Things

Last night, I sat down for a bit with Anthony Hamilton and his open road. You're what I want. You're what I need. You touch the deepest part of me. And these loose and tenuous warbling riffs stretched out wide across my windows, parting the curtains and welcoming in the neon lights from the bar on the other side of Monmouth.

And they danced. They started slow and slight, but soon grew into a storm, hinting of thunder and heavier things. That first solid bass kick gripped me with only a touch of what it had to offer. Soon, the room was filled with enormous, rolling vibrations. They threatened to turn my beautiful wood floors into toothpicks and splinters.

Have I told you about that time, at Lollapalooza, when Cyprus Hill took the stage, when there was so much bass I thought my heart might explode? Now, in my apartment, it was something like that all over again. It was as if you and I were rolling along some neon boulevard in pink and purple Miami; the top is down, and we're letting loose all these tremors of sound from Anthony Hamilton's old Ford. Just take the ride. Read the signs. And hold on.

He sings. And I would have liked to have gone along with him, but it was getting late, and I do have neighbors, and they must have been hearing this — they must have been feeling this, too — so I pushed through the sound and turned the volume down and thought to myself:

That was some
crazy shit."

I blame it on the Moscode. I do.

Jeff Wong's picture

I once caught a Ben Folds Five show in Washington, D.C., at the 9:30 Club years ago. The bass was so loud and deep I felt it was altering the beat of my heart and had to get out of the room. Quite unpleasant.

Monty's picture

That reminds me of the Fabio interview that Stereophile did some years back. Fabio had a shrine of Krell gear and was showing it off to some friends when after 15 minutes or so...they all became sick to their stomachs.

Ward's picture

Ben Folds Five... I miss those other two guys.

Christian's picture

Ben on his own has done some good things. I love Landed on Songs for Silverman. But speaking of bass and loudness, I remember an early Big Sugar show (you probably need to be Canadian to know who Big Sugar is) where they had their full complement of gear in a basement bar. Floor to ceiling speakers. Not exactly audiophile, but I could feel my pant legs vibrate against my legs!

Jim Teacher's picture

Miserable bass experience at the last Rocket From The Crypt show in New York, a few months back at the old Paramount, now the Hard Rock Cafe. As Jeff Wong wrote, if you stood just so, felt like your heart was gonna blow out.