Baby, It's Gettin' HOT Outside!
You got to give credit where credit is due for Tom; He actually knows how anxious it is when people blast their radios with the speakers set on a highly pitched volume on a number so big, it’s not registered on an actual speedometer. On another unrelated side-vent, why the hell are regular should-be-customer-friendly cars have a speedometer limit of 140? Like, most highways have a good limit of like 60-70. I’ve never seen a single highway that allows you to drive at least 120 miles per hour. And why on god’s green earth are there ones with a 260 limit?! Who in the holy government name of God Daniel is driving their car at 260?! WHERE would or even COULD you drive at that level?!
But back on topic, Tom’s credit is not as high just like his actual credit as he decides to drag his music out into public. Not with a boombox (if anyone still owns one of those), but with a fully functioning gramophone (an HMS or His Master’s Voice product is his main preference). A mechanical brown bellbird, who can easily understand sheet music, but still doesn't have any form of installed volume control. A problem to most neighbors who have zero good taste in music, but a life-or-death situation to those who depend on the snow as if it’s their own medically insured nebulizer. It doesn't help when everyone who sees the walking record player refers to him as “The Hot-Feet Bird”. The rumors aren't ALL true. He doesn't ALWAYS hot jazz music. He’s mainly a huge two-stepper… which isn't assuring when you consider one-two or even some three-steps can be categorized by some as jazz music. Oops.
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