Back in the day....when I was a long haired Skate Punk / Thrasher in the San Fernando Valley (suburb of Los Angeles), 82'-86' I never cared about where and when it was "Cool" to use my volume knob.
I was an indiscriminate "VOLUME CRIMINAL". I drowned out people while they yelled at me face to face to turn it down....F#CK' TH%M :devil:
There is no doubt it was A-Holes like me that led to city ordinances
My blaster buddies were anyone that would pitch in for batteries, and there were very few of them. :annoyed:
and while Van Halen, AC/DC, Triumph and Rush were my closest friends, sometimes the losers of volume battles on MY street corner introduced me to new bands like Motley Crue, Ratt & Quiet Riot that were the local bands just coming up just a few miles away in Hollywood. I still have all there demo tapes.
I put allot of mileage on my radio and I MEAN I WALKED MILES with my radio........BUT......respect was always offered up, even if you were across the street from me and the radio's were turned off. Some times I was returning home with dead batteries and hoping I wasn't going to run into a rival and have to bow down.
FU Scott where ever you are :nugget: :catfight:
But, if I saw a blaster in your hand, it didn't matter if I saw you at lunch time in the food court and you had a Run DMC shirt on, a simple nod or a high five while passing by meant we were the "OUTCAST'S UNITED".
It also meant if I saw you at a party or in a parking lot, I would push my brand new Duracell's, my mix tape and my volume WAY past ten and leave with your head on a platter.....if I could. :evilmad:
Back in the day....I didn't give a shiat....GOOD TIMES!
Yep, good times in deed 
But....maybe that was just a West Coast thing....
How did you guys do it?
I was an indiscriminate "VOLUME CRIMINAL". I drowned out people while they yelled at me face to face to turn it down....F#CK' TH%M :devil:
There is no doubt it was A-Holes like me that led to city ordinances
My blaster buddies were anyone that would pitch in for batteries, and there were very few of them. :annoyed:
and while Van Halen, AC/DC, Triumph and Rush were my closest friends, sometimes the losers of volume battles on MY street corner introduced me to new bands like Motley Crue, Ratt & Quiet Riot that were the local bands just coming up just a few miles away in Hollywood. I still have all there demo tapes.
I put allot of mileage on my radio and I MEAN I WALKED MILES with my radio........BUT......respect was always offered up, even if you were across the street from me and the radio's were turned off. Some times I was returning home with dead batteries and hoping I wasn't going to run into a rival and have to bow down.
FU Scott where ever you are :nugget: :catfight: But, if I saw a blaster in your hand, it didn't matter if I saw you at lunch time in the food court and you had a Run DMC shirt on, a simple nod or a high five while passing by meant we were the "OUTCAST'S UNITED".
It also meant if I saw you at a party or in a parking lot, I would push my brand new Duracell's, my mix tape and my volume WAY past ten and leave with your head on a platter.....if I could. :evilmad:
Back in the day....I didn't give a shiat....GOOD TIMES!
Yep, good times in deed But....maybe that was just a West Coast thing....
How did you guys do it?
While all this was going on, I was in the Midwest going doo-doo in my diaper... 
Kind of a shame when you think about the cold war and how we were told about our differences and not our similarities 
