I live within earshot of Rivermead, the location of the Reading Festival at this time every year. Usually, I flee the country (to Wales), but for a couple of reasons (wind, rain) that hasn't been possible this year. So I was rather dreading it. I love music of nearly every kind (except finger-in-the-ear yokel-folk and massed bagpipes), but I'd rather select it for myself than have it, so to speak, thrust down my lugholes.
But, so far, something's wrong. I can hardly hear it. Admittedly the wind direction is variable, which makes a difference - so maybe Caversham is getting the best of it. But even allowing for the wind, it's just not loud enough! Time was, here half a mile away, windows would be trembling, chimneypots wobbling. What's wrong with the kids of today? Don't they know how to make a proper noise any more? I didn't even notice much loud music during the riots.
As I write, I'm ducking between BBC3 and the garden. Jarvis is giving the performance of his life on the telly, but all I can hear outside is the twiddly synth bits. I've turned the TV up to 11 (38 actually), and it still sounds tinny. Crank up the bass, guys, FFS. I should be down Notting Hill, where they used to know how to do loud. Still, Elbow are headlining tomorrow; I might wander down Cow Lane, G&T in hand, at about eight.