At some time in the 70/s or the 80/s, stadium public address systems were ramped up from tinny, cheap 'n' cheerful affairs designed to let Mr Cholmondley-Warner talk down to the massed proles, to sound systems worthy of the name.
The thing is that, as typical domestic speakers have contracted, becoming ever smaller and more feeble looking, the greater the wow-factor of actually feeling the vibration as well as hearing the sound. Music is a physical thing, and, from time to time, body and spirit benefit, hugely, from having the internal organs shaken up a bit (if not actually rearranged).
I like having bursts of songs blasted out at sporting events. Okay, you don't get these:
...the stacked Marshalls, but they are now more than adequate for the job they do.
For home, I'll love a pair of these:
Art Deco, saxophone motif ceramics. I bet they chuck out some noise, too.
MM's right, and some of what they love to play over their sound systems is unbearably naff. Queen, in particular, are lost on me, and one burst of We Are The Champions or We Will Rock You is one too many, but I like the absurdities, like Neil Diamond's Sweet Caroline, with everyone joining in (the more tunelessly the better) on the 'bah, bah, bah', and that 'something big's about to happen' Spanish trumpet thing.
I'm going to look at this stadium music thing, because I'm sure it's not anywhere nearly as bad as it could be.
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