They had just finished playing Duke Jordan's classic composition "Jordu", followed by Cole Porter's "I Get a Kick Out of You," and Clifford's own tasty composition, "Joy Spring" was beginning to weave its way through the car's sound system just as the traffic snarled to a stop. Slowly it began to worm forward and from somewhere behind us, we heard a muffled, thumping sound, so I lowered the speaker volume to check out the noise. It was getting closer and causing our Toyota Camry to shake.
I felt the Ford inch by.
After Mustang GI Joe was gone, and my hearing had returned, I turned to Solomon, "What was that noise coming from the Ford's speakers?"
"Hip Hop." He answered nonchalantly.
"What 'Hop'"? I gasped. "There's nothing hip about that noise".
Regaining my cool, I turned "Joy Spring" back up on the sound system, and made a mental note to give anything called hip hop, a very wide berth in the future. I am not knocking any one's musical preference; people can listen to or play what they want, but personally, I'll stick to jazz music. It doesn't put cracks in the pavement, dislodge bricks from buildings, loosen lug nuts or destroy your hearing when it is played.



The GI probably didnt realize he had his music so loud because he had long since been deaf due to his obsession with driving around with deafening noise. And if he did have his music loud on purpose it was probably due to the brain damage he had suffered due to his obsession
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