We of the Baby Boomer generation — the originators of sonic-boom-style rock concerts and club venues — have come full circle, despite Roger Daltrey’s omen about dying before we get old.
When The Who’s “My Generation” was fresh on the airwaves, we relished the music — the louder, the better. No one expected to hear a single word voiced by fellow concertgoers, not during the concert or for a couple hours afterward.
Boy, how things have changed. Noisy, lofty decibel levels are found everywhere. Now, before copping to the reality that I am way older than I was during those concerts decades ago, I also must state that it’s not only Baby Boomers in retirement that object to noise pollution, even though for us it’s a complete turnaround from earlier days.
The thing is you expect and enjoy high voltage music at a concert or club. You’re not there to chit-chat. You’re there for the music. So, jet-engine level noise in that venue is the accepted norm. But noise pollution is everywhere. Try going to any restaurant today and see if you can have a decent conversation with your dining companions.
During Chicago Restaurant Week recently, I saw a Chicago Tribune editorial addressing this subject. The editorial titled, “Listen up, Chicago restaurants: We don’t want to shout.”, pretty much sums up my feelings about the current dining out experience.
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