Pump It Up

One of the many factors that motivated me to migrate to outside of the city was the incessant undercurrent of thumping bass from slowly trolling cars at all hours of the night, to say nothing of screeching tires, sirens, yelling, occasional gunfire etc. Coming from a cabin tucked off in the woods of Interior Alaska where I couldn't see or hear any neighbors to where a public sidewalk was a few feet from the front door was subtly unsettling. I often wondered what the reception would be if I ever outfitted my pickup with subwoofers and showcased some awesome accordion out of my zydeco collection...