I'm being serious, now, people. I just lay down and my ears are still ringing, in spite of the lame-ass tissue-in-the-ear-last-minute remedy that Brigitte and I came up with. It's like a sunburn signals you've damaged your skin; ringing in your ears signals you've damaged them, quite badly. And in your ears' case, it's sometimes irreversible.
I still can't believe I got away with what I did in my youth, how many times I walked out of the rehearsal room with my ears in a literal fog, muted, not being able to hear treble, like a soft sponge had been put over them. How many concerts I went to when I was actually PROUD of how badly my ears hurt.
I haven't paid for it yet. I still hear very well, maybe more than most my age.
But I will. And after tonight's aural assault, actually quite vicious, maybe in many ways more insidious than in the past, with the tweakers and sub-woofers and aural enhancers, I might just invest in some hearing aid companies.
Because somehow I know I'm going to need them.
I hear ya, man.
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