Sitting on the floor, against the back wall, with my fingers over the plugs, the volume level was OK. With the plugs, but without my fingers over the valves, standing at the front of the club was seriously painful, and standing at the back was still uncomfortable. Without the plugs, I would have had to leave the club during the first song. Get earplugs, you suggest? I was wearing earplugs, and serious musician-grade ones at that the fingers were covering the pressure valves in the plugs to further reduce the volume. Most notably, the volume was much too high. I'd seen GbV once before, and thoroughly enjoyed myself, but this time was a disaster. This fear seemed most palpable to me as I cowered, with my fingers over my ears, next to a worryingly vibrating bubble-gum machine at the very back of the ex-bowling-alley downstairs room at the Middle East, a few weeks ago, trying to survive just enough of Guided by Voices' set to feel like I'd been present. I fear that I may have started to grow out of rock concerts.
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