Star Wars Battle Theme...
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Long ago, I lived in a townhouse. Which meant that I shared a bedroom wall with my neighbors.
Unfortunately my neighbors would fight then make up. Both loudly. Sometimes many times a night. This irritated me to no end, especially as they would often do so late at night.
In retaliation, I finally started turning my stereo speakers to the wall. Playing the battle theme from the Star Wars albums, during the fights. Ravel's Bolero during the make-up sessions.
They never noticed my music choices, until folks at the weekly building BBQ asked me why I played these 2 pieces so often. I explained I played them when I could hear certain things happening. She turned bright red, He just harumped.
Next week at the BBQ their kids were talking about moving into their new bedroom. I never heard them fighting or making up ever again.
Long ago, I lived in a townhouse. Which meant that I shared a bedroom wall with my neighbors.
Unfortunately my neighbors would fight then make up. Both loudly. Sometimes many times a night. This irritated me to no end, especially as they would often do so late at night.
In retaliation, I finally started turning my stereo speakers to the wall. Playing the battle theme from the Star Wars albums, during the fights. Ravel's Bolero during the make-up sessions.
They never noticed my music choices, until folks at the weekly building BBQ asked me why I played these 2 pieces so often. I explained I played them when I could hear certain things happening. She turned bright red, He just harumped.
Next week at the BBQ their kids were talking about moving into their new bedroom. I never heard them fighting or making up ever again.
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Date: 2004-08-02 03:02 pm (UTC)When I lived in military base housing, our attached neighbor was prone to turning the bass on his music up so it shook the concrete slab the house was built on. After a few visits from the base MPs informing him that courtesy hours are 24/7, I figured out that he often slept during the day. (He was not a servicemember and his wife worked days.) When the bass was at its worst, I'd turn on radios tuned to the local classical music station in both bedrooms and we'd spend a few hours in the far end of the house or out. He figured out how to adjust the bass on his stereo to reasonable levels in less than two weeks.