I seem to have lousy luck with this... I've lived below a crew of firemen who had a huge party every night they were off-duty, and used to fight over control of the stereo, leading to hours of hearing only the first 10 seconds of every song in their (very predictable) collection, at ear-shattering volume... complaints were met with a hearty "f*ck you!!" and death threats. Newark's Bravest... when there's a gang of them.

Then there was the person below me at another apt. who HAD to hear the same damn David Bowie song at PRECISELY the same time every morning (before dawn, of course)... thank God I've finally forgotten what song it was, but if I hear it again, I think I'll have a seizure.

Or the Edith Piaf fan who spent every single night (every night!) listening to the same damn E.P. album over and over, at a volume so loud it kept me awake through 2-foot thick walls... I hate E.P. as it is; this was sheer torture.

To name a few. And of course, none of the above were responsive to even the most humble requests to please turn it down a bit, etc.

But in my present location, I seem to be having particularly bad luck... ever since my very considerate friend moved out of the space below me (never knew he was home except when he'd pick up his violin to practice a little; a very talented guy BTW), I've had to deal with a succession of 24-hr vid game junkies, aspiring (and utterly clueless) mash-up artists  who see no problem with working on a 2-second drop-in for 3 hrs straight in the wee hours on a weekday... and now somebody who seems to like every song I got tired of by 1983. He also seems unable to listen to a song in its entirety, which is not a good thing, even when you don't like the song...
And of course, it's all gotta be LOUD.... and it's nearly constant. He must be unemployed, because he's always home.

Why me??

I guess selling headphones must not be very profitable, because nobody seems to use them.

And why is it that the last two morons who've lived below me cannot speak without shouting? Right now I'm listening to this jackass talking on the phone, and he's yelling like it's a tin can on a string. Maybe he's deaf.

I will have to talk to him about this, but I know from experience that it will be a waste of time.

Anyway, there's my little rant... it's a beautiful day, so I should just get out of the house for  a while...

JSpahn wrote on May 24^th, 2008 at 1:42pm:


Touche, sir... well-done.
That story reminds me of the noisy gay neighbors I once had... 

Well, I went out and took care of some errands, always nice walking around Manhattan on Memorial Day weekend because it's practically deserted.

Got home and started tinkering with the simpit, and he was at it again with the music (starting and stopping, so annoying)... so with a sigh I maxed out my PC speakers and threw Black Sabbath's  Masters of Reality into the CD drive.   

Halfway thru the first song I forgot I was trying to annoy him... I;d forgotten how much I like that album.

It could be my imagination, but when it was over, I think he'd actually turned his system down a little. 

If necessary, I could break out the big guns: last time somebody down there got on my nerves, I was this close to laying some 100-watt powered speakers on the floor face-down- and firing up an audio test sweep (single pulses at octave intervals from 20Hz to 20KHz, ending with a blast of 1KHz)... before I left home for two weeks. That would drive anybody out of their mind.
  It's like having nukes: you pray you'll never have to use them, but it's comforting to know they're there.

cspyro21 wrote on May 26^th, 2008 at 3:16pm:


It would be an interesting experiment.

But it may not come to that- so far, he's been quiet at night (unlike the others)... I really only get crazed when I'm trying to sleep and someone's cranking the tunes or whatever.

But it is a little annoying... this guy has to hear "Down By the River" by Neil Young and "September Rain" by G&R about four times a day for some reason. He really likes maudlin ballads... 

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Wrong month there sport..

My neighbours are as quiet as a erm... something very quiet....

Now behind us there are two very annoying dogs that tend to go mad everytime when erm well everytime really... Thus ruining my peace and comfort.... as revenge I have Slayer and possibly some Satyricon!  

Fozzer wrote on May 28^th, 2008 at 2:37pm:



I suppose so,

However there is one big drawback to the combination of listening to James Blunt and having a .44 Magnum.... I'd shoot myself

eno wrote on May 28^th, 2008 at 5:49pm:


Some 10 years ago when a new nieghbour moved in next door to me, he immediately built a massive, open Aviary at the bottom of this garden containing a quantity of African Grey Parrakeet's.

The constant screeching from dawn to dusk day after day, nonstop, was driving me mad for 5 years.

One day I recorded a whole days worth of all this noise on tape, installed a large Commercial Tannoy Loudspeaker and sound system at the bottom of my garden aimed in the direction of his house, and played the Parrot sounds on an endless loop, at a zillion decibels each day, day after day, after I went out....

In the end, I think some of the other neighbours in the area got so fed up with all this commotion, they must have contacted him (or the Local Council) to get rid of the bloody things....

....after 5 years of this Bedlam, he now keeps Coy Carp in lakes in his garden, aerated with massive pumps ....

The problem now, is whenever I hear the sound of running water when I am in my garden I find I am constantly bursting for a Pee... ...!

...time to record the sound of Niagara Falls, on and endless tape loop?.... .... ... ...!

Paul....I HATE noise... especially other people' bloody noise!........!

O god your neighbors with videogame addicts you must hear lot of WTF I KILLED HIM over n over n over n over.... you get the idea