If it ain't loud...

My parents...Mom and Grandmom were to catholisism what Vince Lombardi was to football.

There was never, ever a reason why we shouldn't be in that church. Everything was a bad sign, another sign that 'lil Markie was on the wrong path. And since I was obsessed with all things music since my first Beatles 45, I constantly heard the jive about certain bands making "Devil Music." Deep Purple, Yardbirds and heaven forbid the wall of distortion coming from Black Sabbath. Bad, bad, bad. Get to confession!

After a couple years of guitar lessons, I bought an electric guitar and a couple of pedals. Then it became obvious that I would be deaf before I was fifty. Yeah, I didn't help my own cause with the "if it ain't loud, it ain't worth a f*>k" attitude.

This photo depicts how I have always pictured heaven above.

As you might have figured, I'm in heaven. And, much unlike you Kamala supporters, I ain't even dead yet.

Best part is I ain't deaf neither.

You know, if it ain't loud, it ain't worth a f*>k.

Sez me.