This has come up a couple of times. I think the theory comes from hostage situations, the cops are poised outside of the bank, they blast terrible music at the criminal trying to break them down. Ed Jr. set us free!
The first time his auntie Jess suggested that I blast the doobie bros at my uterus to get him to freak out and come out. I told her that I was too terrified of accidentally raising a doobie fan that I couldn't dream of doing that.
The second one was a nosey co-worker, suggested that I blast rap to scare him out. I told him that I found country music much more assaulting to the senses, and thanked him for the advice.
The best one came from Fash who suggested that I blast the Grateful Dead at him and if he is anything like his father, he will elbow dance his way out. Fash also suggested jumping jacks. So there is some perspective on that.
I am currently playing him some Modest Mouse (one of his momma's favorites) to sweetly lure him out. Ed Jr.: "What are those rockin tunes? I must find out. Let me out here so I can live in a world with such awesome sounds!"
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