To the girl with the acoustic guitar: who the actual fuck do you think you are?
You’re talented, I’ll give you that, but I don’t understand why the hell you choose to crank the volume to 11, out on your fucking porch, at 8:30 in the morning. On a Saturday, no less!
This is the second morning in a row that I’ve been woken up by you. At least wait until 10 or so, before you decide to become the alarm clock we can’t turn off. At least then it’s more of a pleasant wake-up call, rather than of a raging annoyance. —”On [my] knees!!!”
This article appears in Aug 26 – Sep 1, 2010.
Is this in CP. Sic the Gurkhas on her.
Have you asked her to be considerate?
How do you “crank the volume up to 11” on an acoustic guitar?
I once had a roomie inform a neighbour with a love of loud music early on a Saturday morning that if it happened again he had a choice, the speakers could either wear the guy’s throat or rectum. Not quite the approach I would have chosen but it WAS effective. No more loudness of any kind before 9am.
To complete the visual imaging, said roomie who apparently sleeps in his portly birthday suit, was wearing naught but a towel whilst delivering this message on the loud neighbour’s doorstep.
HAHA Oceanchick!! That’s fantastic!
Said roomie was responsible for more than one instance of hilarity during our residency together.
I’m guessing they’re thrashing on it like a butcher going nuts on a cow carcass….
or maybe the more plausible idea that they’re playing an electric-acoustic?
“How do you “crank the volume up to 11″ on an acoustic guitar?”
By putting on an acoustic pickup and hooking it up to an amp?
Alot of musicians think everyone wants/needs to hear them, all the time. Hey, at least she wasn’t playing bongos or bagpipes, although I do hate acoustic music.
If I had these neighbours I’d open the windows, turn up the speakers and play some of the funkiest house music I got.
better than listening to thast rap crap, anyday.
Maybe she wants to be “discovered.” I think she better get an education instead.