Methinks Beckerz was there... it was on a drive home from JAX airport.
I'm in the backseat with Tori... blasting from the back speakers... for about an hour... I tried covering my ears... I tried begging for the volume to be lowered... I even tried holding my precious ears drums still with the tips of my fingers... but unfortunately by then that high pitch wailing was in my bones and it just made things worse... I could feel myself getting deafer... and it wasn't a sweet release from sound... oh no... it was like all the years of hearing I was losing being crammed into a few short minutes... like the rest of my life flashing in front of my eyes except it was my ears... and apparently my future contains a fuckton of Tori Amos concerts.
Which reminds me of some advice that my grandfather never gave me but should have:
"Son, when you go to the doctor for some hearing aids make sure he doesn't stick you with the regular aids and cut your hair faggot."