Maybe I’m the grumpy old guy of the apartment building. Maybe I’m being too harsh for a college-student infested residence like this. But it’s two a.m. And the stereo of the people below me is so INSANELY FUCKING LOUD that it quite literally makes my apartment shake. I was willing to shrug it off at 11. I got annoyed, looked up the police phone number to report a noise violation at 12. About 12:30, I went down there and knocked on the door myself, and they quieted down for a little time. At 1:15 it started back up, at least as loud as before.
It’s Thursday night. That means there is still one day left in the week for people around here to have classes, to have work, to have meetings and interviews. And for all of that, we need our goddamned beauty sleep. Just because you little dipshits created schedules that give you three day weekends does not mean that I should have to know it.
Fuck you, fuck your speakers, and I hope the cops find underage drinking and maybe some drug use when they get there. Because, oh yes, I most certainly called in the noise violation. One friendly knock on the door myself is considerate warning enough.
Oooh, tell us what happens… I hate inconsiderate space-sharers… I used to have run-ins with my step-brother over his insanely annoying rap music (especially the stuff he writes himself, though I’m sure it’s good for the genre, I think it sucks). Then we moved and our rooms are far apart.
I would combat his music by playing the stuff I thought he’d find most annoying (Bob Dylan, Everly Brothers, stuff like that…) at the loudest volume my stereo could bear.
Only Mostly Dead, I’d be completely pissed off if my downstairs neighbor was blasting away their music in the middle of the night, as well, and I’m guessing I’m about the same age as your college students, if not younger. (Never mind that my downstairs neighbor is my sister and I can just pull the “I’m telling Mom!” card. Much scarier than the police, let me assure you.) If, at 19, I am already a grumpy old person type, then I fear what my forties will bring.
They’re being rude and ought to know better. End of story.
And really, guys, could you keep it down at 2:00 PM, too. I mean, I’m a young(ish), cool, gothy-type freak and guess what… I work nights!. So does my lover. So does my roommate. None of us voluntarily get up before 3:00 PM.
So, to my brand-new downstairs neighbor: I know it’s midday to you. I know you can’t be expected to know my schedule. But really, you should not be playing disco-techno at ear-shattering volume at ANY HOUR. You live in an apartment building, you are definitely going to piss someone off. And please stop singing along at the top of your lungs in your fucking falsetto. Klaus Nomi you ain’t.
To be fair, I did approach this guy after fuming for a week, and he happily turned down the music and apologised nicely.
I just realized something fantastic! Since going to subscriptions, and “guests” not being able to search for posts, my fucking wife can’t stalk me here and use shit that I post as a joke against me in arguments years from now! Hot Dog!
Stuff that in yer blow-hole, you fat, lazy slug! And I really do hate your racist, hick mother, too!
It astonishes me how inconsiderate some people are. Almost every place I’ve lived, there has to be somebody who lacks the basic human decency to not inflict their music or whatever on their neighbors.
OK, now that we all agree that you shouldn’t play earth-shaking music at 2:00 AM, what can we do about squeaky bedsprings at the same hour?
Man, when your significant other lives 500 miles away, there is absolutely nothing more depressing on this earth then listening to the couple upstairs doing the horizontal hokey-pokey at 2 in the morning!
I’d have to say I don’t care what time of day or night it is music from another dwelling should not make your floor shake.
Timely rant too - I just made a formal complaint to my landlord yesterday about this very thing. Twice this week my neighbour has decided that he’d play his music at such a volume that I can, not only hear it, but feel it as well. And it’s not even the apartment next door - it was one three units away (and in a building with solid concrete walls! No one needs to listen to their music that loud.
From the other side of things… I really can’t stand people who bang on the walls when I’m playing tunes (and it doesn’t have the desired effect from their point of view). Have the decency to knock on the door and we can talk.
I once had a neighbor who had a party so loud that I could literally not hear myself scream. He flatly refused to turn it down. I probably did the wimpy thing by going to some friends house and sleeping there, but the only other recourse I had was getting a shotgun and blowing up his stereo. I called the police and they couldn’t even understand what I said because the music was so loud. This same neighbor backed into my car as well and got pissed off because I didn’t fix it right away, but waited til the semester was over.
Oh God. 2 AM and your floor shakes. Thats terrible. My brother has a band, and they practice in the garage, which would be good normaly, only my room is RIGHT ABOVE THE GARAGE. So I get to listen to him and his 2 idiot friends play Zeppelin for 5 HOURS. Now don’t get me wrong, I like Led Zeppelin, and my brothers band plays well, its just 5 hours without even lyrics is quite enough. Still, my parents put their foot down with a firm hand at night. After 9 they cannot play. If I have a migraine while they are playing, I have no problem at all going to hit him. Only problem is that is that I can’t even move without keeling over in pain, so I let him have it when my migraine is better.
I have the same problem with my next-door neighbors (who play their music all day and all night) as well as my upstairs neighbor. I can’t remember the last time I had a quiet night at home.
Fortunately, I landed a nice post-graduation job, so I bought myself an early graduation present to even the score. Revenge comes with a 30-pound subwoofer.
LOL. Hilarious. I really only go so far as to switch my car radio over to the Oldies station or pop some really cheese musical into the CD player when the idiot Escalade pulls up beside me. Nothing quite confuses them like “Castle on a Cloud” at the highest volume possible. I’m just not spending the money to get the same effect at home.
Sigh. I have this problem with my downstairs neighbors. Since I moved in.
When we first moved in, they’d wake us up at about 3pm (or 6pm), and Cody’d get up, get dressed, go downstairs, knock, ask them to tur it down, come back upstairs, go to sleep, and be woken up in an hour. Repeat.
We did this for about a MONTH. Then we gave up, and just started jumping above thier chandalier(whatever), heh. That’d get them to quiet down for about an hour.
I let it slide on the weekends.
Fun little story:
A few nights ago, Cody had just gotten his ID, so there was much drinking going on. I fell asleep on the floor in front of the TV. I’m not only a very deep sleeper (I sleep through fire alarms and people trying to wake me up and such), but I was druuuuunk.
6 am comes, and their music was loud enough to wake me up.
Once I find out if we’re moving, there WILL be police called on them. Not only on the music, but there’s a LOT of screaming on a daily basis. There are two kids and a mom down there, and I’m kind of concerned for the kids (mostly the youngest one). The screaming is hateful, but I don’t know if there’s physical. Better safe than sorry.
One time someone parked outside my window and their radio made my bedroom vibrate. It was the middle of January, about 10 degrees out. My windows were closed. I was sleeping on the floor. At the other end of the room. Under three heavy blankets.
I shudder to think how low the stupid radio really was.
Ya know what’s even worse? When you have a loud stereo moron next door to you, and you own your home. Safe to say the next-dork neighbors own theirs as well, so it’s not likely that anyone is going anywhere anytime soon.
Repeated loud parties that last until 4 and 5 am that involve buck ass naked people in the back yard (no fence, BTW) running around throwing beer bottles are a bit much. They play their stereo so loud that I can hear it from the opposite end of my house, wearing ear plugs, with a blanket over my head. Then they are all hung over the next day and don’t even notice when their two large dogs bark for hours on end (that’s a whole OTHER issue, isn’t it?). :mad:
We finally had enough, and called the cops on them. I would like to think that you could be reasonable and just talk to your neighbors, but we had tried before to no avail. Some people are just inconsiderate assholes.
Also, I have talked “off the record” with a few cop friends/acquaintances, and they all said it’s generally a bad idea to go talk to these people yourself. They say in these situations, they often see neighborly attempts at civility turn out very badly, and would prefer that people just call them (the cops) to handle it.
And a note to my lovely neighbors: Yelling “Someone called the cops?!? Well, wah fucking wah!” within earshot of the officer probably doesn’t do much to help your case.
Wow. You actually have a noise ordinance in your town? There’s no such animal in my town. The City Fathers in their Infinite Wisdom decided that since the police department only had one decibel meter, it was better to get rid of the noise ordinance than to buy more meters. The only way (and I do mean ONLY way) to get the police to come out and knock on the door of these assholes is to tell them that it’s either a loud party or there’s underage drinking going on. Then they’ll show up. Reluctantly. Two hours later.
My fiance and I had asshole neighbors like that last year. We got so irritated at them once that we turned his (better) stereo system up almost all the way and blasted an entire Def Leppard cd at them. We left and went to a friend’s house. Fortunately they finally got kicked out for not paying their rent.
If I really wanted to get started on the Local PD I’d also mention that they don’t respond to domestic abuse calls either (same asshole neighbors also got into some very loud violent fights). But that’s a thread for another day.
Fortunately they finally got kicked out for not paying their rent.