My downstairs neighbor only rocks jack johnson. which i am much happier about that i dont have to deal with BEP.
you should make it worth your while and rock some obscure psych shit really loud when yuo hit the next record show at 5 in the morning one sunday. that would have her haywire.
My neighbors are from brazil. I get Jorge Ben coming through my windows.. and in the summer they sit around the garden playing guitar and singing. Its an added bonus to my bbq's
my neighbors like reggaeton... I HATE that [email]sh@t...[/email]
I think that they dont like me because I look like I might be Rican and they see my wife is black so I think they dont like that so much... they dont know my wife will break you.
I really dig reggaeton for exactly 30 seconds, then I start looking for sharp objects to jab in my ears to make it stop.
I have been planning that the next time BEP drops a new album, I will stand by a register at Best Buy to pimp slap whoever I see buying it.
I think playing BEP would be a justifiable homocide, some people just deserve death.
my neighbors like reggaeton... I HATE that [Email]sh@t...[/Email]
I think that they dont like me because I look like I might be Rican and they see my wife is black so I think they dont like that so much... they dont know my wife will break you.
worst, worst, worst shit was drunk laywer who only blasted best of van morrison on some mid-life crisis bullshit at two in the morning. the cops would come, but he was blacked out so he never answered the door.
so last month we get new upstairs neighbours, Estonian- they speak no english or dutch so communication is a mission. our apartment building was designed and built by idiots, our ceiling fucking vibrates when these guys walk around. Then they decide to introduce me, my wife and my 9 month old son to the wonders of Estonian house music.
After numerous trips upstairs i finally lost my cool, and the next time my kid cried (hes teething) i recorded it, looped it, put it to a 4/4 beat and then went for a walk.
There is a bunch of 18 year old dutchmen who play in a hair band. It's real funny and kinda sad. They live below me. I don't complain about noise though. It's the fucking city. What do you expect? Get some ear plugs. I got mine.
No one has anything on my bass though. If I get too bent out of shape I've been known to manifest an aural onslaught at 4 in the morning. Wake up the whole gawdamn block. No one is safe.
Newish youngish neighbor dude has my schedule - home all fucking day.
While I pretend to work, he makes no pretenses and just noodles around on guitar for a couple of hours every afternoon. One day it's all sensitive emo arpeggios, the next it's total balls-out distortion and Yngvie-envying leads. Fun!
drunk laywer who only blasted best of van morrison on some mid-life crisis bullshit at two in the morning. the cops would come, but he was blacked out so he never answered the door.
seems my upstairs neighbour is moving today - dude used to blast his shit way too loud when he got home drunk almost every night. He's been awfully quiet since they cut his power though
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you should make it worth your while and rock some obscure psych shit really loud when yuo hit the next record show at 5 in the morning one sunday. that would have her haywire.
I get Jorge Ben coming through my windows..
and in the summer they sit around the garden playing guitar and singing.
Its an added bonus to my bbq's
same at my job.
Im fed up with the guy
Fri night getting ready to go out time?
plates would vibrate off the table & shit.
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Thats fresh though.
Interesting note
I heard Mario C from Beasties fame did the new jack johnson
Maybe you should drop a Dubious promo 12" with her?
gonna crank up the dvd player and watch Hanzo Razor
another penny
I think that they dont like me because I look like I might be Rican and they see my wife is black so I think they dont like that so much... they dont know my wife will break you.
yeah I had to deal with that shit all summer. i almost moved. gasolina on blast every single morning from the latino dealers across my street. bammer.
I have been planning that the next time BEP drops a new album, I will stand by a register at Best Buy to pimp slap whoever I see buying it.
I think playing BEP would be a justifiable homocide, some people just deserve death.
our apartment building was designed and built by idiots, our ceiling fucking vibrates when these guys walk around.
Then they decide to introduce me, my wife and my 9 month old son to the wonders of Estonian house music.
After numerous trips upstairs i finally lost my cool, and the next time my kid cried (hes teething) i recorded it, looped it, put it to a 4/4 beat and then went for a walk.
they have been awfully accommodating since then.
No one has anything on my bass though. If I get too bent out of shape I've been known to manifest an aural onslaught at 4 in the morning. Wake up the whole gawdamn block. No one is safe.
While I pretend to work, he makes no pretenses and just noodles around on guitar for a couple of hours every afternoon. One day it's all sensitive emo arpeggios, the next it's total balls-out distortion and Yngvie-envying leads. Fun!
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