I have put up with your noise all year. Your blasting music and weekend-long parties chased my visiting parents and I away from my own apartment. I have studied with my walls shaking from the heavy-bass music. But this is the last straw. I was running on total 9 hours of sleep for the entire weekend. I had to get up at 4 AM to cover a friend’s radio show. I did not need to have Ja Rule playing at high volumes until after 2 AM. I’m sure I’m not the only neighbor that wanted to strangle you with sleep-deprived hands.
2 AM on a Monday and “good time to play loud music”? NOT synonymous.
Have you tried, oh, I don’t know, picking up the phone and calling the police? Or aren’t there noise ordinances where you live? And if there aren’t, why haven’t you moved???
I had a friend who was able to break her lease by calling apartment management over to actually LISTEN to the noise coming through her walls. Have you tried that? Or even suggested that they do their job and allow you the “quiet enjoyment” of your place that you’re probably entitled to in your lease?
We’re talking about a college town here. There’s a trade-off for cheaper rent, and in my case it’s being stuck next to four loudmouth bastards. We haven’t seen our landlord except when he collects the rent.
Was too tired to think of it at the time. They’ve gotten called on disturbing the peace before, though. (It’s highly amusing to see them try to hide the underage drunk people.)
Man, I just moved this weekend and am REALLY regretting choosing the lower unit. The family above me sounds as if they’ve been moving furniture at all hours of the day and night for the past 3 days. I almost lost it when they started yelling and banging shit around at 12:30 this morning. They were so goddamn loud they woke me up from a dead sleep. And I’m not a light sleeper. During the day, I don’t give a damn, I’m usually at work or can go to the library and study, but in the middle of the night? On a weeknight? Comon’ guys! Then they were at it again at 5:30 this morning! I’m hoping they tire themselves out eventually.
Anyhoo: I found that a firm pounding on the ceiling with a broom handle did the trick last night. Apparently, they had no clue that banging shit around and yelling in the middle of the night when you live in an apartment complex is, well, rude. :rolleyes:
Ah! That feels better!
As for the OP: I visted a friend who lived in a college town and had neighbors like yours. Whenever they felt the need to bump the stereo at earth shattering levels in the middle of the night, my friend (and many other neighbors) would call the cops. It usually did the trick. Should try it sometime.
Last night at 11PM my next door neighbor’s grandson decided it was a good time to fire up the old drum kit. Normally, this little bastard(who can’t keep a beat to save his ass), will play right up until the 10PM cut off. Sometimes, he’ll start drumming for about 3 or 4 minutes at 10:30, probably trying to see what the new neighbors will take.
Last night, he fired it up and I went next door intending on a polite conversation. But every time the little bastard would stop, and I’d ring the door bell, or knock on the door, he’d go right in with the cymbals again. This went on for at least 10 minutes. Eventually he sent Grandpa to come and issue me excuses about the time change and all.
This kid, I’ve never seen him. He must be a frickin vampire with the hours he apparently keeps because in the 2 months since I moved in, I haven’t seen a car or anyone who qualifies as anybody’s “grandson”.
I’ll give it one or two more incidences before I get on the horn with the cops, but if he keeps this shit up I know I’ll end up calling them out.
When we got our current apartment, I refused to live anywhere except the top floor. I lived on the first floor of a Brooklyn apartment that was over a storefront, and I refuse to ever live below anyone again. When I lived in the Brooklyn place, the store (a hair salon) would play POUNDING bass music until 2 or 3 in the mornings. All good and well for them, when they didn’t open until 3 PM, but when I need to be up for work the next morning, it’s not exactly helpful. I complained to the landlord a LOT, but he never did much (aside from that, he was a fantastic landlord). Eventually, I started calling them and telling them to knock it off.
So when we got our apartment here, we picked a top floor place. It’s been great - there’s only been one night that I can remember where there’s been any noise, and that was when the annoying college students on the second floor had a party. Apparently, our downstairs neighbor complained and they shut up.
I fucking hated college, though. I couldn’t wait to get out into my own apartment my senior year. The dorms sucked ass. Our apartment was in a secluded part of town where there weren’t too many college kids, so we didn’t have very many noise issues.
I live in a college town, too, but I appear to be one of the luckier ones. I live in the quiestest building in the quietest neighbourhood and I am almost never disturbed.
I also suggest you call the cops. Sometimes it doesn’t do any good, because some will assume that being a student, you don’t have a valid reason to complain (when comapred with, say, a family with kids or something). But most of them are great about disturbing the peace calls, will take it seriously, and will do something.
I’m sitting in my college apartment reading this thread as the assholes next door are blasting their music. They do this at least twice a week. It gets so loud that I can feel my entire floor vibrate! I ask them over and over to turn it down. They do, only to start up again later that day or a few days later. It’s especially fun when they decide to start up late at night when everyone else is trying to sleep. It’s the afternoon now, so I can’t really call campus police. When we do call them for the night time offenses, they act all high and mighty as if to say “You pulled me away from my coffee and donuts for this?!?”
I cannot wait until graduation! My dream home is a single house far away from anyone else.
Man, I hate inconsiderate neighbors. There I am, trying to vibrate the earwax out of my head with Metallica’s “Enter Sandman,” and there’s all this pounding on the walls and ceiling that I find so distracting. What the heck is wrong with people?
How funny! As *I sit here and read this, my upstairs neighbors are going beserk. For about two hours now, it literally sounds like someone is running back and forth, stomping as hard as they can. The walls are shaking. A couple months ago, when I first moved in, I went up there in the middle of the day because there was so much banging and crashing going on I figured no way could there be a parent up there, it must be a bunch of kids home alone. The mother herself answers the door, and when I tell her it sounds like a herd of elephants in my apt., she gets an attitude and almost screams at me “It’s not 10 o’clock at night! I’m not going to be quiet!” She then, like a dumbass, immediately calls the apartment manager to complain about me complaining. She’s told no matter what time of day it is, if your neighbors are complaining then you’re being too loud. <smug sense of satisfaction on my part>
But from then on, it’s almost like (especially late at night) she will PURPOSELY make as much noise as she can, moving furniture, stomping, bang bang crash crash. I’m sure that sounds crazy and paranoid, so I haven’t mentioned it to the apartment manager.
BTW, I used to employ the ol’ broomstick on the ceiling tactic in an old apartment, but stopped when I discovered it left little holes in the plaster. Oops.
Looks like I won’t be needing it - for now at least. But thanks for the offer.
Wouldn’t ya know it, just as I had gotten up the nerve and started down the stairs, the music stopped. Sheesh. I was so looking forward to giving the inconsiderate jerks a piece of my mind.
