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My downstairs neighbor is a complete and utter shit. Spoiled shit too.
It's before 9am, and this fuckwit decides to play his stereo... using basswave technology he's developed.
This is his livelihood. He pays rent for a studio downtown to work this stuff, but he's too cheap to pay for a cab -- or even the bus -- to go downtown to use it. He uses his apartment.
This technology throws basswaves fifteen feet out from the amplifier. Fifteen feet. At ground zero, it's not loud. However, downrange, you get massive bass. We don't get volume, just the loud thumpity-thump of the bass. Right in the middle of our living room.
We've talked to him about it. He told us that he'd move the stuff into his front room and soundproof it. So far, nothing. His front room is closed off to save on heating bills. We knocked on his dor four -- count 'em, four -- times. No answer. He's either ignoring us or he's gone deaf.
We've talked to our landlord, who happens to be his mother. She went to his apartment the other night, and said that it wasn't loud. She didn't even come up to hear what it's like from our end.
Now supposedly, he's signed on with Sony on some sort of big contract to work in recording studios. Also, he said that he was moving down South in February. Apparently, this has all been heard before.
Colleen stresses over this. She can't do her work in this environment. Hell, it blew my morning meditation right out the window.
And it's only 0900.
*sigh*
This is the earliest that we've heard this shit. It better not continue all fucking day if I'm going to be here waiting for a phone call or possibly a phone interview...
Anyone got any flash-bangs I can use?
It's before 9am, and this fuckwit decides to play his stereo... using basswave technology he's developed.
This is his livelihood. He pays rent for a studio downtown to work this stuff, but he's too cheap to pay for a cab -- or even the bus -- to go downtown to use it. He uses his apartment.
This technology throws basswaves fifteen feet out from the amplifier. Fifteen feet. At ground zero, it's not loud. However, downrange, you get massive bass. We don't get volume, just the loud thumpity-thump of the bass. Right in the middle of our living room.
We've talked to him about it. He told us that he'd move the stuff into his front room and soundproof it. So far, nothing. His front room is closed off to save on heating bills. We knocked on his dor four -- count 'em, four -- times. No answer. He's either ignoring us or he's gone deaf.
We've talked to our landlord, who happens to be his mother. She went to his apartment the other night, and said that it wasn't loud. She didn't even come up to hear what it's like from our end.
Now supposedly, he's signed on with Sony on some sort of big contract to work in recording studios. Also, he said that he was moving down South in February. Apparently, this has all been heard before.
Colleen stresses over this. She can't do her work in this environment. Hell, it blew my morning meditation right out the window.
And it's only 0900.
*sigh*
This is the earliest that we've heard this shit. It better not continue all fucking day if I'm going to be here waiting for a phone call or possibly a phone interview...
Anyone got any flash-bangs I can use?
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dude... there's no safe way out of that one. might be time to start looking at a move (again).
My dad had a Berklee student renting a room in his house for a few years (the guy is good; he did the music for the most recent Matrix movie(!) and well, my dad is deaf as a post without his hearing aids, so the constant racket didn't bug him one bit.
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Colleen has been asking around, so when spring rolls around, if things haven't changed (like him leaving or actually going to the studio or whatnot), we have some options.
Then again, if I can get a full-time job with decent pay and such, maybe, just maybe, we can start looking for a house.