We Went To Eleven
Beth and I are celebrating today what I’m calling our Spinal Tap anniversary: Eleven.
Nigel Tufnel: The numbers all go to eleven. Look, right across the board, eleven, eleven, eleven and…
Marty DiBergi: Oh, I see. And most amps go up to ten?
Nigel Tufnel: Exactly.
Marty DiBergi: Does that mean it’s louder? Is it any louder?
Nigel Tufnel: Well, it’s one louder, isn’t it? It’s not ten. You see, most blokes, you know, will be playing at ten. You’re on ten here, all the way up, all the way up, all the way up, you’re on ten on your guitar. Where can you go from there? Where?
Marty DiBergi: I don’t know.
Nigel Tufnel: Nowhere. Exactly. What we do is, if we need that extra push over the cliff, you know what we do?
Marty DiBergi: Put it up to eleven.
Nigel Tufnel: Eleven. Exactly. One louder.
Marty DiBergi: Why don’t you just make ten louder and make ten be the top number and make that a little louder?
Nigel Tufnel: [pause] These go to eleven.
Happy Anniversary, honey.
I wished you two congrats over on Beth’s blog… but it occurred to me just now that one of the secrets to your marriage’s longevity is that you might avoid each other’s web sites.
So, just in case… congratulations and many more.
Thanks, Dave. No, we don’t avoid each other’s websites; hell, I’m her tech support. But avoiding each other certainly helps…
A belated congratulations to you both! Beth must be a strong woman to have put up with you for all those 11 years. (=P)