With not being able to crank the shit out of your gear?
I was just rocking my ACC150 with my Zombie Fuzz and it was sounding glorious.....but sadly the volume was maybe on 2.5? Loud, yeah, but not to the ear destroying (I have ear plugs) bowel thumping (why else would I play guitar through a cab with an 18" speaker?) level I'd like.
But, having three cats, I don't want to hurt their ears. They get freaked out enough by my playing at lower volumes.
I need to join a band don't I? Then go to a jam room somewhere and deafen my bandmates instead of my cats.
Yeah, this thread has no real point. Just was both excited and bummed by my jamming tonight.
Rampage wrote:Oh, you can't play guitar because of your cats? What's next, you don't have sex with your wife because your vagina is acting up?
K-Bizzle wrote:There comes a point in every young mans life when he forsakes the skittles and mountain dew of his childhood for the beer and reese's of manhood.
I live next to a busy road or I'd risk an outdoor kitty play pen!
sleewell wrote:Maybe they sell cat ear plugs, lol.
Seriously, I just need to get over my abject terror of jamming with others and find someone to make noise with don't I? Preferably someone without pets. Or pets who are already deaf.
Rampage wrote:Oh, you can't play guitar because of your cats? What's next, you don't have sex with your wife because your vagina is acting up?
K-Bizzle wrote:There comes a point in every young mans life when he forsakes the skittles and mountain dew of his childhood for the beer and reese's of manhood.
Rampage wrote:Oh, you can't play guitar because of your cats? What's next, you don't have sex with your wife because your vagina is acting up?
K-Bizzle wrote:There comes a point in every young mans life when he forsakes the skittles and mountain dew of his childhood for the beer and reese's of manhood.
When I was in college we lived next to a place called "The Sign Inn". It was a house full of deaf students. They were the best neighbors ever. Never once complained about band practice. Now I live in suburbia. Pedals and master volume is the best I can do.
hwy1 wrote:When I was in college we lived next to a place called "The Sign Inn". It was a house full of deaf students. They were the best neighbors ever. Never once complained about band practice. Now I live in suburbia. Pedals and master volume is the best I can do.
Yeah, my VTM is NMV. It sounds glorious and I've only really gotten to crank it a couple times.
Rampage wrote:Oh, you can't play guitar because of your cats? What's next, you don't have sex with your wife because your vagina is acting up?
K-Bizzle wrote:There comes a point in every young mans life when he forsakes the skittles and mountain dew of his childhood for the beer and reese's of manhood.
Rampage wrote:Oh, you can't play guitar because of your cats? What's next, you don't have sex with your wife because your vagina is acting up?
K-Bizzle wrote:There comes a point in every young mans life when he forsakes the skittles and mountain dew of his childhood for the beer and reese's of manhood.
I used to have a Superlead 100. You should have seen my sisters Greyhound after I jumped the channels and dimed them both. The dog wasn't shaking. He was quaking.
I used to have a Superlead 100. You should have seen my sisters Greyhound after I jumped the channels and dimed them both. The dog wasn't shaking. He was quaking.
Rampage wrote:Oh, you can't play guitar because of your cats? What's next, you don't have sex with your wife because your vagina is acting up?
TyroneBiggums wrote:This brings on a whole new meaning to pussy-whipped.
And totally sigg'd Rampage!
Note, I didn't say I couldn't play at all! I do! But...when I have a bit of a buzz, and I'm running a fuzz pedal into a 70s SS bass amp and cab......that doesn't scream for sensible volume.
paul88lx wrote:I used to have a Superlead 100. You should have seen my sisters Greyhound after I jumped the channels and dimed them both. The dog wasn't shaking. He was quaking.
That amp seriousy shook the whole house.
God I can only imagine.
My house is old, I can get everything most everything rattling with just my Bravo into my Mesa. My bigger amps could probably level this joint.
Rampage wrote:Oh, you can't play guitar because of your cats? What's next, you don't have sex with your wife because your vagina is acting up?
K-Bizzle wrote:There comes a point in every young mans life when he forsakes the skittles and mountain dew of his childhood for the beer and reese's of manhood.
My cats lay right in front of the cabinet blast radius, they got used to it.
I have to have my Marshall's almost full bore to get them uncomfortable enough to move, but there was a period of time where they had to get acclimated to it.
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Rampage wrote:Oh, you can't play guitar because of your cats? What's next, you don't have sex with your wife because your vagina is acting up?
K-Bizzle wrote:There comes a point in every young mans life when he forsakes the skittles and mountain dew of his childhood for the beer and reese's of manhood.
Dude, trying to become a musician by playing in your bedroom is like trying to become a lover by jacking off. Get in a band.
"If there was only a way that I couldn't even any less than I already can't then I'd gladly not, but I think I've entered some quantum paradox, dark matter levels of can't evening where the total absolute value of not evenness exceeds all ability to explain the can'ting." - MR RUBATO
I dont have that problem, in fact i play so loud in my house ive had to renail down my siding, twice. Im sure the band practicing here did some of it as well but how many people can say that.
