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In SF I had this guy Melvin that lived next to me.. he was a gay buddhist. He was always complaining about my music... and the walls in the building were literally 3.5 feet thick.. plaster, wood, dead space.. his place started 40 ft from my speakers, and he didn't like the sounds going all across the living room, thru the hallway thru the bedroom to his walls, of which there was only ONE little wall my place shared with his.
now at 40 i almost understand him, because when the pothead next door is running his bathroom fan for 3 hours, i can hear it in my bedroom, but hey whatever... its "communal life".
sounds like your neighbors do need some of your edible
My studio (where are the magic happens) is sound-proofed. They just don’t like hip-hop music!
*where all the magic happens
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that's gnarly! sound proofing would be so much fun.
They hear a pin drop, but their misery is a loud ringing tone on their own demented heads…
yeah i know the types. they're usually just very sad hypochondriac people>
There are some witches that live across the way, and in the summer they come out and tell the kids to be quiet while playing,
or me to turn down my CB radios... then go back inside.
they look like they crawled out of a crypt, as well.
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No, they actually live here.
weird.. after a few months you just get used to the fact that the city is IRREVOCABLY noisy.
When I moved to SF, my first night in my bed after I laid down and heard ALL these cacophony of sounds.. methoughts were roughly: Oh sh** what did I do? Does this ever stop? I got over it pretty quick. 😂
That’s the thing… sex sounds are not noise.
you're right. they're music.
I don’t understand how these people even have children.
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