Polemic against the Boom-Boom

I hate boom-boom music. That is, the thumping drone broadcast from cars and houses. I'm not even sure what kind of music it is; I used to think it was its own genre, but now it seems possible that the disembodied beat could belong to multiple musics; it is, after all, disembodied. And there might in fact be musical joy hidden beneath that pounding; I may never know, since that isn't amplified. From the usual distance, it just sounds like a menacing war drum from a nearby village--a drum beaten with very little imagination. Could that perhaps be the purpose of the boom-boom?; to vaguely menace everyone within its range? Perhaps broadcasting bass is a means of saying: I'm saving all the fun of this music for myself alone, and everyone else I wish to intimidate. Or perhaps it's a way of protecting oneself from the vulnerability we have in the face of music....by scaring anyone who hears it. Lest they think the music-listener an easy target for unthinkable primitive crimes. I have been accused of disliking "bass" things altogether. I don't think this is true--bass human voices are wonderful--; deep tones are important to the musical experience, as they are to perfume. But the joy does not lie therein. Granted, I have been known to hide my boyfriends' watches in socks or underwear and stuff them in drawers in order to get to sleep.... And once had a desk-clock that I turned on its face before bed, because it was quieter that way. The beating of the hideous bass is no different. Someone should bury it, in piles of underwear, deep.