Originally posted in 2006
If you are 21 years of age or are in that “Dude, your Fake I.D. looks enough like you to get in” club, then you are probably familiar with the “No Smoking in Bars” campaign. Personally, I like having bars filled with stale cigarette smoke. There’s nothing like waking up the next morning with that smell still lingering in your favorite pair of jeans. In addition, smoky clothes ensure that you will do your laundry, because, let’s face it, if you went to class wearing what you had on the previous night, the teacher would barely be able to project his voice over all of your classmate’s dry-heaving caused by the stench. It’s not the smoke I’m worried about. There’s something more dubious in the atmosphere. It’s the sound.
I am one of a growing number of people that, at the risk of sounding like an old-fart, want bars in Pittsburgh to turn the music down! Every night when I go to leave the bar, my ears are ringing and my head is pounding. Have you ever tried to start a conversation in a bar with someone you don’t know? It’s impossible. I shouldn’t have to blink “What’s you’re major?” in Morse code to a pretty girl in a bar. It’s a little late for me to be learning sign language too. I look like enough of a spaz already; I don’t need to be making wild hand gestures as well. The fact that someone could be screaming “I’m being murdered!!!” in the middle of Pickles and no one would hear because the Spin Doctor’s track playing is louder than a Mack Truck engine is somewhat disheartening.
My in depth research includes the following:
Jet Plane – 120dB
Rock Concert – 140 dB
Buckhead – 200 dB
Diesel- 230 db
Town Tavern – 6,732 db
So, all I’m saying is turn it down a bit.
Could you just turn the music down a little bit?
“Dude, I can’t hear you.”