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Men & Women & Bass

My wife was relating to me that a friend of a friend (female)had recently "thrown-up" after going to a rock concert. I forget which one, maybe Cher, popular music anyway. I was pretty sure it was caused from that feeling in the stomach/chest area generated by bass in the 50-100hz region. In my college days I took a girl to see my friend's band who had a great PA at the time, with plenty of low-end kick. After a short while I had to take her home, because she said the drum kick bass was making her queasy.
So, I am just wondering if other people have insight to this phenomenom? I know I have not encountered any females that are into subs and woofers in general. But than again, I never run across any females that even have any interest in high-end, but I live in a small city, and don't get out much either. Why is it that men seem to love that "effect"
that T-Rex type bass seems to provide? Is it sexual, mental, neither? I have also heard that low enough bass can also be used as a type of weapon, bursting you from the inside out.
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tireguy
1,964 posts
 
Sean- Closets are for cloths why don't you come on out?? ;)
sean
6,231 posts
 
Actually Tim, the sonic preferences that i have "prove" my heterosexuality according to the "survey" results. Not that they were ever in question, mind you : )

From what i read there, it seems as if homosexual males and females have similar preferences. Both groups preferred less "robust" bottom end and preferred a "leaner" sound. I know that this is a "broad" generalization at best ( pardon me ladies, but it was there and... ), but those were the observations that a few folks that contributed to the thread had come up with.

As to Tim's comments, i have 14 woofers in my HT system. Does that tell you what side of the fence i fall on ? : ) Sean
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cornfedboy
1,645 posts
 
cher makes me puke, live and unamplified.

-cfb
cornfedboy
1,645 posts
 
cher makes me puke, live and unamplified.

-cfb
zaikesman
3,017 posts
 
Damn, Kelly beat me to the punchline... ;^)
(For the record though, I guess I would've said something like, "Hey, I'd probably puke too if I found myself at a Cher concert - wouldn't you?" Obviously, the woman just possesses some latent good taste.)

Still, I think Cfb's on to something else here: It's not the bass, it's not the volume, it's not a male or female thing - it's the mind-twistingly scary plastic surgery! Get within too close a range of Cher at just the wrong instant in her living-on-borrowed-time existence, and something other than your own throw-up might splatter your shoes when that job finally lets go...

(But you know, I cannot tell a lie, Cher will still always be cool to me. Just toss your hair, lick your lip, pull up your fur vest, throw on your old copy of "I Got You Babe", and remember a more innocent time. She was tough, she was babelicious, she wore striped jeans with fringed suede boots, gazed up with Cleopatra eyes from under those perfectly straight long black locks - and she had Sonny Bono writing the tunes and producing at his Phil Spector meets Jack Nitzsche best. Try to forget that he became a Republican and she became a vocoder-abusing, sequin-hoarding geriatric mannequin. Just don't lose yourself in the reverie and ski into a tree...)
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