After reading Cleapow’s post about blaring country music in a gang infested area I was reminded of lunch time in High School.
I went to a small school with an open campus. Lunch time involved you and your friends sitting around someones car blaring whatever music you listened to. Those that enjoyed rap generally won the day.
Richard, affectionately known as ‘Red’, drove an old yellow subarban. We called it the bus. One day we got innovative and wired a Marshall half stack into it. The next day at lunch the school (and most of the town) were blessed with the soothing sounds of Suicidal Tendancies, Corrosion of Conformity and Megadeth.