Imagine a power drill making a high-pitched whine as it bores through your forehead.You can hear the pitch shift as the drill bit slows down when it hits the tough frontal bone. At this point, you want to beg your tormentor to stab your ear drums out, just so that you won't have to hear the sickening whine. But you don't. You know that doing so would make the dreadful sound conducted through your skull only more prominent.All thought processes are interrupted as you hear the hot drill bit sizzle into your frontal lobe. That's when your pupils roll, scraping the top of the ocular cavity. Your tongue slides out of the corner of your mouth as your jaw comes unhinged. Technically, you aren't dead, but then you aren't really alive either.Being forced to watch Rockstar is pretty much the same - only more painful.