percussion, or a singer’s souring voice.
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by Staff Writer Cincinnati’s curfew is still in effect, people are angry, things are still smoldering over there, the National Guard has been called in too. There are hotspots all over our world including asteroids, meteors flitting by or near earth, it only takes 'one' two or three miles across, no larger than half the size of Mount Fuji to make all of humanity have a worse day than a Three Mile Island – mishap multiplied a hundred times. While walking 6th and Market Street in San Francisco the scream and honks of fire engines, police sirens, all from different directions converging somewhere between Mission and Market Streets. My first reaction after hearing these loud sounds is to cover my ears with my palms or two fingers, plugging my ears drowning out most of the sounds, while walking or standing still. But I’ve noticed that many people do not they keep walking, talking, ignoring the sounds. A few times I listened not covering my ears regretting it and quickly covering my lobes. It became horribly clear that the people are not ignoring those sounds "Their ears are so traumatized that they really do not hear the sounds. Music is soothing, relaxing, and a great way to relax how- ever when played too loud continuously at Concerts, or any venue where music is blasting so intense and loud that one feels it in their bones too; well its time to get those ears checked for hearing loss. I wonder how many musicians, fans, or entertainment columnist that cover the ever changing music scene have significant hearing loss but don’t know it? I saw a free concert once as an usher in Oakland and a Roller Derby game too somewhere else and in both cases it was too loud and most of the time speakers blared noise, people are shouting and screaming; I don’t how rock stars, wrestlers, roller derby players on skates, or holly- wood celebrities stand the loud, deafening, screaming adoration? A young entertainment columnist and I had a recent conversation on the subject. I warned of hearing loss by age 50 or less; the columnist had a slight bug-eyed look then the eyes became normal. I think this columnist will take better care of more sensitive assets than writing skills. Helping one professional at a time. My job in done. Please send donations to Poor Magazine C/0 Ask Joe at 255 9th St. Street, For Joe only my snail mail: |