“it’s either a bon jovi concert, or…”
I am making my way out to the Bushwick-Ridgewood border at the ungodly hour of 8:30 a.m. I am stopped at a traffic light in the middle of the industrial zone.
I realize that I hear amplified music.
I think it is the warehouse next to me, playing the radio over the loudspeaker.
After another few seconds I realize it is louder than that.
MUCH louder than that.
This is concert-level loud.
Hmmm.
I roll down the window and manage to discern that the music in question is Bon Jovi (I think. It’s not like I’ve ever owned any record he has ever made). So my first thought is: “Video shoot?”
(Ya know, the rugged industrial zones of Brooklyn could very well look like, um, New Jersey. Gimme a break, it was early.)
The light changes, and as I drive by, this is the scene across from Waste Management:
My immediate reaction: “Oh, a large blow-up rat! Must be a strike.”
(I don’t know if this is common anywhere else in the country, but in New York this tactic of playing offensive music at Guinness-Book-Of-World-Records-Volume is some new kind of strike innovation.)
k10 said,
February 1, 2006 @ 10:00 am
Oh
My
God.
I want that thing in my apartment.
Oh, wait.