The past weekend I, along with my cousin and another friend who came from the village, one of those parties where, if there is anything more than abound decibels is the amount and variety of drugs. On this occasion, the appointment was in Arroyo de la Encomienda (Valladolid), in a bullring deck, at the time, had been refurbished to accommodate size event, in which they would involved nothing Masy nothing less than fourteen of the most renowned DJs on the European stage. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, we left my cousin and me in the direction of Villalba, with the intention of eating there and, after a little vegetating in front of the TV, to continue our adventure. Before leaving my apartment, however, my companion suggested that a yield of cogiéramos schranz (a variety of techno to give you an idea, makes the song , No more death metal Cave of look like a Bach cantata, come on, do not rule out that there are those who use it to torture the criminals) because I had just installed a powerful subwoofer (This sounds like a McDonald's menu) in the trunk of his car and had not yet tested with this kind of music that both he and I were thrilled more than a monkey a banana from Canary Islands. So my repertoire chosen from a meeting signed by the Brazilian duo ineffable Pet Duo -to which, incidentally, would see that night, and we set off. Well, shortly after entering the emetreinta-passing by my house that no longer had a name: After an introduction maso less civilized, suitable for (almost) everyone, distorted percussion, the industrial support and speed of the whole , were completely unfettered, composing a thick stream of sound, far from allowing the escape quiet enjoyment, one hit him with the strength of an iron bar (and satisfaction should be added , derived from a given pitch well or a good career) and had either to flee in terror (although this involves throw in the middle of the road) or to let out its most primitive teeth teach other drivers, make constipated face and accompany the sledgehammer with points ; you, head and legs still.
Fortunately, only my cousin and I went in the car, so no regrets atrocities or the typical complaints or insults that usually cause this kind of music. Quite the contrary, according progressed sesióny darker and what was going on mother, my cousin, excited at the moment and decided to check the strength of newly acquired speaker, was slowly cranking up the player. At first, the above indicator 20, which is already quite annoying for a person of fine ear or is not accustomed to such high decibels. Halfway along the road to La Coruna, had already reached an insane: 65, or you, will go. No you do not the slightest idea what that was, I can try to describe it, but all would be an approximation, a pale reflection of the feeling that for a few minutes, we faced, we are subjugated, stupefy us ... and was about to give us at the curb or somewhere worse. Everything in the car shook, from coasters to the hands of the odometer, the sound coming out of the speakers was so brutal, so vast and devastating, would not let us hear no more, I even think that they must hear from the other cars in circulation on the highway ... and that we were going with the windows closed and 130 km / h. In a way, it was as if he had gone solid, as if he had become a huge boulder and crush us with their tons, in any case, the fact is that our bodies accused the thud as if they were real, due to a stick or a whip, with intermittent vibration similar to that of producing such belts should exercise that promotes Chuck Norris at three morning. In my case, I can tell that I even danced the hairs on his neck (which made me think of one moment to another, which cacereñoo melon birthday piñata, I would head explode.) In short, do not know if I will ever be God or some other omnipotent divinity, but I think that, given the case, it would be difficult to intimidate me with his voice. After this experience, the noise pollution of Madriz me look like the chirping of robins.
Such boldness, not however, had its price, and while it was in a multiple accident or sudden deafness (although a beep that we took an hour), was equally bad for my cousin. And is that when we returned from lunch and headed for the plateau, we discover, when you plug the music again (now at a reasonable volume) the subwoofer both electrified hours before we had made a disturbing noise, like raspberry, suggesting the worst. "Sure you have dropped something on it and it makes that noise," ventured my cousin, very sure of himself. But when we stopped at a service area and opened the trunk to check if so, we note with dismay that just came out a suspicious smell of burning, the which at first wanted to blame the stench of a farm or thermal power, and even our body odor, but we had no choice but to admit that came from the speaker, the membrane, once flexible had been hardened worryingly, and the axis of adjustment was inexplicable and irreversible manner. We stayed, then, rather than lament our fate thereafter hear music with the team that came as standard and, in ourselves, to plead to the manes of techno to forgive our daring.
Today, however, my cousin has been done with another subwoofer and I fear that, disregarding the warnings of doom, thinking again put to the test. Oscar Mulero take us confessed.
PS: I leave you, for you who feel some interest, a video of a meeting of Pet Duo. The sound is a turd, but I will to get an idea of what it is. Do not tell me, yes, you not put on notice about what you were going to find.
And now a picture of the party to which we turn, taken with my new camera!
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