listen, i’m ok with people listening to tunes on their deck in the summer. i’m ok with sitting around, drinking some beers and smoking a bowl or two. but every fucking day? seriously!
im tired of hearing you blast dave matthews and the tragically hip day in an day out (granted, sometimes you do play some OK tracks) but it’s real fucking hard to get any work done, or enjoy the tv when all i can hear is your shitty college-rock music.
and it all only gets worse when you start singing – terribly i might add.
please, shut the fuck up.
—can’t wait for winter to come.
This article appears in Aug 20-26, 2009.
start blaring your version of good tunes
some Slayer should do it 🙂
Or some Fred Everything.
Oh god – I hope it’s not my housemate. He does that, and he’s the best – but it annoys the fuck out of me too.
what Street?
you really wanna piss them off bad, get somegospel music going. bet they turn that shit off or down in a hurry. i used to have a shit brained bitch living below me,and that is what i did. now i don’t mind listening to music, any music, just not at 3 a.m., and with the bass so high,that all you hear and feel is distortion. get a fucking clue fools. not all of us want to hear that catterwalling you call music, even in your fucking shit box little fucking cars.
You could ask them to please turn it down. Most of the time people are pretty accomodating as long as you ask in a friendly, polite way.
but jai, some of these assholes don’t give a rat’s ass.
can’t know if you don’t try…. then retaliatory measures are in order.
How about blasting a Raffi tape, the same tune (like ‘The More We Get Together’) over and over and over? That used to drive me to the edge of insanity.
An acquaintance of mine used to always ask her loud neighbours if they could be quiet because her baby was sleeping. She doesn’t have a baby, but apparently it works every time.
You could call the police department an make a noise complaint. The douchebag who lives in the apartment above my girlfriend blasted hick-rock music, enough that I could hear the lyrics through the walls for several days when I visited her. So I called the cops with all the information, and now the guy plays it at a reasonable volume. Done.
Only country music can turn me into a foaming, thrashing fem-beast who would tear out the still beating hearts of baby kittens and throw them on the grill.
Life Sucks, there is a time to be an asshole and a time to be nice. The time to be an asshole is after you tried nice and got no response. Keeping up good neighbourly relations is key otherwise you’ll get caught in a sprial of retaliatory actions that will make living in your home miserable. Today you blast Raffi out your windows, tomorrow they blast Gregorian chant….
TTFN, I have to admit the first couple of times I read your post, I wasn’t sure if you were for country music or agin it… I’m a guess’n now its “agin it…”
You do have such a way with words… BBQ’d kitten hearts… Mmmm…
You could only make me watch CMT with an AK-47 stuck in my arsehole. The worst performers are the nasally fucks who croon about losing their truck, dog and woman, all to the twangy-twang rhythms of three chords, G, C and D.
More kitten hearts anyone?
They’re slacker stoners. Can’t expect anything more. Move.
Ask them to turn the music down a notch if they can, its that simple, most people are considerate enough to do so…maybe they are not aware it is interrupting your work/watching tv. In the future just ask rather than lambasting people with judgement and criticism. If anything, the college attitude resonates in your comments, grow up a little and deal with things maturely as opposed to a “love the way we bitch” mask…
Be thankful it is not 1994…Hootie and the Blowfish?