Anyone got any stories to tell about their neighbours complaints about loud music?
I got a heap... but a few realyl stand out.
Story 1:
We had these knob head neighbours, old-ish couple, very bitter man. He used to tell the kids off across the road for playing football on the street, and my sister off for playing backetball in the driveway just because he had nothign better to do.
One day however, a week or so after I got my first bass amplifier for my bass guitar, I was playing a little late, about 9pm, not too loud however, gain on 3 and volume on 3, tone controls 5, 5 and 5.
Anyway the night was over, and a few days later the weekend came. I was cleaning my room on the Saturday afternoon and I found a slug on the carpet while vaccuuming. I told my dad and he goes that it was from a slug gun. We looked at my window and there was a clean bullet hole through the outside canvas, which was always down as it was summer at the time, and a clean bulelt hole in the window. The holes lined up and pointed straight to my next door neighbours side door which went to his driveway.
SO my dad called the cops, they came over etc, and they said they were goign to go nexct door to ask him if he knew anything. 5 minutes later they came out, and had him under arrest!!! Later on we found he admitted to firing the slug gun because he was in a rage about music etc. He told the cops he did it the night that I was actually playing my bass guitar, so now he was up for malicious intent because we were actually home at the time, when he actually fired the gun the mornign after when no one was home.
Anyway in the end he got his gun license banned from him for life, and all of his guns taken off him. A few months later they moved out after having lived there for 15+ years.
Story 2 - The New Neighbours
Okay I admit I play my music loud... but when your neighbours are up your *** every minute, you learn to listen to it softer, as I did, but these retards would complain about music they could barely hear when standing in their driveway, but I am sure as hell they couldn't hear it when in their house, they just liked to complain.
Anyway one night we had a party when the parents were out of the house (we = my sister + I) and we had the music going pretty good and loud til late. We gave them warning when the music was going to be loud for infrequent parties, we had done it once before for my 18th birthday and they didn't seem to mind, but this time they got all narky when the night came, and perhaps because my parents weren't there. Now the next door neighbour came over with a piece of wood and starting bashing on our door with it!!! Everyong being rather drunk we didn't know what to do so we just turned it down, but the next day when my parents got home, told our day, he went and had some words with him... never happened again. My dad isn't very subtle.
That's about it frmo me, we got really cool neighbours now, and in fact I am helping the guy install his car stereo
A happy ending hehe
-Mike
I got a heap... but a few realyl stand out.
Story 1:
We had these knob head neighbours, old-ish couple, very bitter man. He used to tell the kids off across the road for playing football on the street, and my sister off for playing backetball in the driveway just because he had nothign better to do.
One day however, a week or so after I got my first bass amplifier for my bass guitar, I was playing a little late, about 9pm, not too loud however, gain on 3 and volume on 3, tone controls 5, 5 and 5.
Anyway the night was over, and a few days later the weekend came. I was cleaning my room on the Saturday afternoon and I found a slug on the carpet while vaccuuming. I told my dad and he goes that it was from a slug gun. We looked at my window and there was a clean bullet hole through the outside canvas, which was always down as it was summer at the time, and a clean bulelt hole in the window. The holes lined up and pointed straight to my next door neighbours side door which went to his driveway.
SO my dad called the cops, they came over etc, and they said they were goign to go nexct door to ask him if he knew anything. 5 minutes later they came out, and had him under arrest!!! Later on we found he admitted to firing the slug gun because he was in a rage about music etc. He told the cops he did it the night that I was actually playing my bass guitar, so now he was up for malicious intent because we were actually home at the time, when he actually fired the gun the mornign after when no one was home.
Anyway in the end he got his gun license banned from him for life, and all of his guns taken off him. A few months later they moved out after having lived there for 15+ years.
Story 2 - The New Neighbours
Okay I admit I play my music loud... but when your neighbours are up your *** every minute, you learn to listen to it softer, as I did, but these retards would complain about music they could barely hear when standing in their driveway, but I am sure as hell they couldn't hear it when in their house, they just liked to complain.
Anyway one night we had a party when the parents were out of the house (we = my sister + I) and we had the music going pretty good and loud til late. We gave them warning when the music was going to be loud for infrequent parties, we had done it once before for my 18th birthday and they didn't seem to mind, but this time they got all narky when the night came, and perhaps because my parents weren't there. Now the next door neighbour came over with a piece of wood and starting bashing on our door with it!!! Everyong being rather drunk we didn't know what to do so we just turned it down, but the next day when my parents got home, told our day, he went and had some words with him... never happened again. My dad isn't very subtle.
That's about it frmo me, we got really cool neighbours now, and in fact I am helping the guy install his car stereo
A happy ending hehe
-Mike
, that would sit by the turntable (not the speaker) and howl to the Supertramp synthesizer. He rarely howled otherwise. As long as Brodie was in the house, we couldn’t listen to Supertramp without his accompaniment.
) was doing a solidly reliable job. On me. He would be floating half a meter above the bed next morning while i was slowly getting awake.