Eleven. Exactly. One louder.
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 to my wife, the Lovely Doreen from Waukesha. Today marks our eleventh anniversary. I remember our wedding day almost as if it was yesterday. From the silly (the aisle runner was held by duct tape, gyro sandwich before the wedding with a good friend) to the sublime (fireworks over our reception, members of the Milwaukee Symphony Chorus singing during the ceremony).
The “traditional” gift for the eleventh is steel, believe it or not. (I think for twelve it’s doughnuts.) The bonds between us are as strong as steel, and they grow stronger with every passing year.
We have been through much together. We have so many happy memories already, and I’m looking forward to making so many more with her.
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
– John Donne