We have all experienced that time when a neighbor stops being a civilized human being and becomes a royal pain in the behind, a real thorn in your side instead. You do not really remember the day it started but, then came the morning, and the “Boom-Boom” noise simply arrived. Early. All day. Late.
In the beginning, there was peace. Just another ordinary family with children in the house next door. Just nice. One day, the kids were gone. Things changed. Sub-woofers made their appearance, and when they blasted out the noise, it felt like hell. Now, let me be clear. I am a bit biased. I dislike normal bass. Bass through sub-woofers is like … how to say this … something is crawling up all the way from my toes to my heart [which in turn starts ticking to the rhythm of the bass].
I like music. What comes out of that place is not music. At least not the part that reaches my house. All I hear is BOOM …BOOM BOOM … BOOM. Everything inside vibrates. Friendly requests to lower the bass [I do not mind loud music] have been met with more bass, and frankly, I’ve had it. City ordinance allows loud music until 10:00 PM on weekdays and 11:00 PM on weekends. Cops will tell you to ask him to lower the "music", to try to explain the rules of etiquette and respect. Again, to no use.
Competing with sub-woofers is not easy but making a neighbor’s life a bit more annoying is not very hard. With Alexa's help, sitting on the window sill blasting out some cool classical tracks becomes a doozy. Holst, "The Planets" Opus 32: IV Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity, or Ravel's famous Bolero. Another pretty good one to use is Carmina Buranda’s “O Fortuna.” They are magnificent pieces, and I know that #sadly, they will not be appreciated much.
I know I cannot win this "fight." Nor, obviously, bring my point across. So, as Carlin would say: “The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”
