It’s usually in the mornings when he thinks no one’s at home, and its always some mariah carey type stuff
Im just finding it funny thinking about a person who wakes up and
not angry because he was woken up.
Not because of loud music.
But is vivid about their neighboors music choices.
Just a funny thought.
It’s time for you to explore your taste in experimental music.
I have an old Marshal stack, and my old Fender Strat.
NOBODY wins a music war with me in my apartment!
Meditation.
I dont think he’d be up for that suggestion
My neighbors always listen to great music, whether they like it or not
Heh, that’s the spirit
Have you considered learning to play violin?
I do actually play, to the point that I don’t know how to play it badly. The suffering will only be on me, as I hate to play the damn thing
How about the saxophone, with a damaged reed. Alto and tenor can get pretty loud and the damaged reed gives off a lovely screech at the best times
mmmm buttery
How about bagpipes?
Bagpipes, in an enclosed space. RIP ears
You are an evil fucker and I love it.
If he’s playing via bluetooth, try a bluetooth jammer
Mind you that’s pretty fucking illegal. So if OFCOM happens to be monitoring and catches wind of what you’re doing - even if it’s to prevent a legitimate nuisance - you can get a hefty fine.
I guess since it hasn’t been mentioned yet that talking to them is out of the question.
The thing is that I sympathize with the need to scream/shout make music when alone. The world is rough, and exerting any semblance of expression in our little corners is important sanity-wise. I just wish the music wasnt so bad
They probably hate your music too…
Put a note on their door or mailbox to let them know that their music is bad and they should feel bad.
I was thinking of shoving a USB stick full of my favourite jams would do it. But then they’d know its me
Go old school and make them a mix tape.
If you play throbbing gristle at high volume that should do the trick
Whilst I’m a fan of sharing a sense of existential dread with anyone who should pass by my door, I can’t help but think that I might bum myself out in the process
Hit em with C.Bat
Isnt that the “having quiet missionary sex” song? I don’t want people to think I only know one position, no matter how true
That might have been an aspect of the story. The part I remembered was him always insisting on listening to it during sex. But then when he couldn’t, he got caught gyrating his hips to the tune of it.
I think if anything people might see you as a quixotic and indomitable soul. I swear I’m not the C.Bat guy.
Get a karaoke set, point it at his house, and sing along as passionately as possible
Put in some earbuds and listen to something you like. Life’s too short to judge people for liking shitty music.
Put in some earbuds and listen to something you like. Life’s too short to judge people for liking shitty music.
Play Krautrock all morning.
