In Impromptus today, I conclude my series “Blown Out,” on the “overamplification of American life.” There are many interesting or smile-making e-mails to share. I think I’ll publish a few today or tomorrow, starting with this, a minor classic:
Possibly the only wedding reception I have ever attended where the music was not too loud was my daughter’s. That’s because I went to the DJ when she was setting up and very pleasantly explained (I’m basically a pleasant kinda guy . . .) that I was paying for everything at the reception, including the music, and wanted the volume the way I wanted it, not the way the DJ wanted it. Worked out great. A little expensive to do at every reception I attend, though.