What in the world is so freakin’ cool about bass? Bass as in music not bass as in fish. You know, the thumpety-thump-thumpness. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.

Now, I’m no hypocrite. I went through my “bass phase” where I couldn’t get enough of the stuff. I needed it. I craved it. It was my lifeblood.  I got a stereo system with great bass. When my college roommate was gone for the weekend, I’d sneak a listen on her even better bass sounding system. I bumped up my bass in my super-sweet Buick until I blew the speakers. You know, I was cool!

And then I grew up.

Sad, I know…and pretty hard to believe as well. Somewhere along the way, I lost my intense love for bass. Oh I still enjoy it but not at, say, 10:30 at night when I’m trying to write a blog post and thinking about some shut-eye. Or when I’m walking along the sidewalk and my eardrums are erupted by a car’s bass and my skirt flies up.

Bass is good - in moderation. Basis of life, moderation is. Same goes for bass. It has it’s place. It’s got the beat, the rhythm, the pulse of a song - I get that, I respect it. But seriously, does more bass equal more attitude, more “coolness,” more cred on the street? Big bass - what’s the big deal?

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