Maybe it was because I was right against the stage during Janes Addiction's first concert in the S.F. Bay Area, or perhaps it was from seeing Nirvana play in a tiny little 200-capacity nightclub, or it could've been was when I was backstage at the Ramones, but I can't hear this sound for the life of me unless I crank the volume up all the way on my computer, in which case I can make out a slight vibration that I'd probably be unable to detect unless I was absolutely concentrating on it.
I feel disappointed, betrayed, and a bit old frankly, and I don't relish potentially being texted about behind my back someday. That said, I do believe in encouraging open, unrestricted communications... so hey, fuck "the man", even if that man is me... here's the ringtone. And if you can't hear it, well, welcome to the boat.
(That said, you snotnosed Hot Topics wannabes out there missed some great shows. Poseurs...)