Very few people get it. That's the way it probably should be. They've never been in a live room before. Local guitarist and friend walk in as I'm uhm 'testing' a guitar. Dude, you were playing guitar over by the cash register and I heard this screaming guitar come from back here in the corner. Doh. His buddy stays at one end looking at guitars. He comes up to buy some strings. Dude, I can hear your voice coming from over here! That's sick!

Everything is amplified. With just a smidgen of concert hall reverberation. The first people to notice are the guys with big boomy voices. The echo is quite apparent when they start barking orders. And curiously enough, they always start talking louder once it sinks in. Drums are wicked in a live room. People start beating on them and get totally mesmerized. I'm not going to tell them that this drum probably won't sound this good in their living room.

But I drew the line on the outdoor speakers - those in the front window of the store. They only carry canned music, none of the live sensors. I don't want to scare off potential customers when the kids are in here beating out their first three chords or going through the litany of poorly played 'guitar store songs'. Luckily I did because I've often had folks inside comment about anatomical features of folks standing at the window looking at french horns. All along, knowing that with a couple of buttons, everything they said would have been carried out into the street. It could certainly make life more interesting if I did.

Yet another legal battle over the estate of the late great Jimi. Al died a couple of years ago and now the step kids are duking it out for the estimated $80 million estate. Eighty million. Al invested well. Jimi never saw anything near a million dollars. The record company just kept him in a steady supply of whatever drugs he wanted and always managed to come up with a new girlfriend whenever he asked if he could like get paid. Sorry, it was loud in here. We thought you said 'laid'.