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smuggs

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  1. I have the Playbar, sub and two Play:1's in our living room. ~500 sq/f room with a 20 ft ceiling. It'll blow the doors off. No problems with dialogue volume. I got a Nintendo Switch for the kids for Christmas and playing Mario Kart with the volume cranked is about the greatest thing ever.

    We have a 1st gen Echo Plus in the kitchen that I intend to replace with a One at some point. 

    Like LeBong said - the whole system is easy as hell to set up, operate, and fill the house with that sweet ass Kenny G sax.

  2. 1 hour ago, Herpa Derpa said:

    Yeah, rehab will do nothing for him.  He's too far gone.  What a waste.

    His act is completely irrelevant now. It's 100% drug, drinking, gambling and hooker stories that he's told a thousand times before. He's the burnt-out shell of what he used to be. It sucks.

  3. I know it's coming but they need to hurry up and offer a 6 ft bed in a crew cab.

    Also really wish they would put the shifter on the column (or a dash dial like the Ram) to free up more console space in these cramped mid size trucks.

  4. 12 hours ago, PittsburghTiger said:

    I never really paid a ton of attention to the Beastie Boys but when I hear some stuff on the satellite radio, some of the not so famous stuff, I like them.

    License to Ill

    Paul's Boutique

    Check Your Head

     

    Learn it. Know it. Live it.

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  5. 6 minutes ago, jimmyjazz said:

    The first litmus test to determine who wrote a song is "melody & lyrics".  It gets hazy after that.  I seriously doubt 1% of the rock 'n roll "greats" could ever write a lyric like this, so take your ill-advised Bruce Springsteen dismissal and save it for Bryan Adams:

     

     

    In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream 
    At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines 
    Sprung from cages out on highway nine, 
    Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line
    Baby this town rips the bones from your back 
    It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap 
    We gotta get out while we're young 
    `Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
    Yes, girl we were
    Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend 
    I want to guard your dreams and visions 
    Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims 
    And strap your hands 'cross my engines 
    Together we could break this trap 
    We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back 
    Will you walk with me out on the wire 
    `Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider 
    But I gotta know how it feels 
    I want to know if love is wild 
    Babe I want to know if love is real
    Oh, can you show me
    Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard 
    Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors 
    And the boys try to look so hard 
    The amusement park rises bold and stark 
    Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist 
    I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight 
    In an everlasting kiss
    One, two, three, four!
    The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive 
    Everybody's out on the run tonight 
    But there's no place left to hide 
    Together Wendy we can live with the sadness 
    I'll love you with all the madness in my soul 
    Someday girl I don't know when 
    We're gonna get to that place 
    Where we really wanna go 
    And we'll walk in the sun 
    But till then tramps like us 
    Baby we were born to run
    Oh honey, tramps like us
    Baby we were born to run

    Incredible song.

    Now if only Bruce Springsteen didn't sound like he was hooked to electrodes while receiving a blumpkin after eating a Sonic Fritos chili-cheese coney.

     

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