Bob S wrote:The pig owes me 2 good ears.
I was disoriented for 2 days.
The second day was 100% caused by a Marshall Pig.

Funny story. I was probably 16 or 17 years old and my Dad bought a former convenience store that had been converted to a retail outlet. It still had the walk-in freezer in the back with glass doors along one side, metal walls on two sides, and a huge three inch thick door on the last side. Concrete floor, metal ceiling. A wall had been built outside the glass doors to hide the old freezer. The room dimensions were maybe 10x15.
Since everyone bitched where ever we practiced, we got the bright idea that this would be a relatively sound-proof place to practice if we shut the huge freezer door.
The other guitarist played a 50 watt non-master volume Marshall. I played an Ampeg VT-22, 100 watts, with 4 6L6's that had to be played at 3 o'clock to get my 'tone.'
We walked out of the first practice and none of us could hear anything anyone else was saying. I seem to remember I couldn't even hear myself speak.
I'm surprised my hearing survived that incident.
It's never too late to have a happy childhood.