No not the spiced rum (recommended though):
“Turning it up to 11/11/11: it’s Nigel Tufnel day”-The Guardian
“The Nigel Tufnel Day blog, purportedly run by the the Nigel Tufnel Day Appreciation Society and Quilting Bee, puts it thus:
“Only once in every century are we given the perfect opportunity to honor one of the greatest artists and philosophers of our time. This day, this apex of epic riffs, this nirvana of noise, this valhalla of virtuosity, this bodhi of broken eardrums, this moksha of mach, that you know as 11 November 2011, is a once-in-a-generation opportunity to collectively experience the enlightenment of Eleven.
It is a day when we may gather with loved ones and break bread into tinier pieces of bread for small sandwiches. It is a day for the admiration of guitars, and also for the not touching of them. And finally, when the haberdashery plays are all acted, we celebrate the freeing of the enfoiled trouser vegetables.”
“Well, it’s one louder, isn’t it? It’s not 10. You see, most blokes, you know, will be playing at 10. You’re on 10 here, all the way up, all the way up, all the way up, you’re on 10 on your guitar. Where can you go from there? Where?”
Nigel Tufnel, explaining why his amp goes up to 11
Ethnographic documentation of the mythic eleveness: