I’m on the third floor of my apartment complex. The guys on the ground floor are playing their music extremely loud. I mean “so loud, I can sing along to it with the windows shut and the AC blasting”. How in the world can they be in the epicenter of what has to be a giant sonic boom?
What? I can’t hear you!
They probably can hardly hear it themselves, what with that loud ringing noise.
Some types of music are meant to be felt, not just heard.
After a certain number of brain cells are lost your hearing starts to go. Thus super loud music listeners and the kinds of music you hear super loud.
Maybe it’s to help cover up the noise of the chainsaw?
Maybe, I don’t know. They also have this really weird habit of playing their music that loud for like…10 minutes, and then turning it off. It’s odd. My favorite was one night when the music was playing, I could hear all the sounds of a party in progress (people laughing, talking, etc), then in 5 minutes, absolute silence.
Am I the only one who came in here thinking this thread was about sex?
To the people who live in the apartment next door to my GF: Sorry, she was really horny. 
That’s what I wondered when, in the dead of a freezing winter’s night, I was sleeping on the floor under three quilts with all the windows shut and was awaken by a car radio blaring rap music. Assuming the car had all the windows up, I don’t understand it at all.
My theory is that they don’t like it that loud at all, but they really like the idea that it is annoying the hell out of everyone else.
I just don’t understand how they can do it. My computer speakers aren’t amazing, but can go up to levels that cause me actual physical pain, but aren’t audible three floors down. I’d be in agony if I was that close to a booming stereo.
What sort of music are(were) they playing?
I never understood the joy in loud music either. Even in my youth. One of my worst trips back to college was with a friend who thought that high fidelity meant that he could play his music louder.
Lately, they’ve been playing some kind of live album. The applause is rattling the soda cans on my desk.
Maybe it is a sex thing, and he needs the aplause to help booster his ego. Or make up for other short comings (you said it only lasted five minutes once, right?)
Ha ha haa! Live albums during sex, what a great concept…
“Hang on honey, this is my solo.”
Now everytime I finish, I just want to stand up and shout “THANK YOU, CLEVELAND!!!”
I once lived in a predominately black neighborhood (this was before the white kids caught on to rap, btw. Am I dating myself?), and several times a day, every day, a car would drive down the street blaring rap music so loud that it would literally rattle the windows of my house. And all the songs seemed to have the same lyrical content- “Bitch, ho, fuck you, muthafucka, ho, bitch, fuck”, something like that.
Now, I cut my teeth on KISS, by the time I got to high school I had graduated to Ozzy and Black Sabbath, and I never, ever played my music loud enough to be able to feel the air in front of the speakers moving partly because if I turned the stereo up loud enough to hear the music over my parents’ TV in the next room, my stepfather would beat me, but mostly because I really, really hate loud noise. (I will now give you a moment to ponder the irony of a heavy metal chick who hates loud noise). Loud noise pokes holes in my aura. It’s more than just annoying, it actually causes me physical discomfort.
I will never, ever understand the “these go to eleven” mentality of home or car stereo use.
I had trouble with my neigbours next-door-but-one a while back; I live in an end terrace house and was woken at about 2AM Saturday and Sunday by incredibly loud bass. I cannot imagine what it must have been like for the family in the next house, actually next door to them, but they say that things were actually falling off shelves from the noise vibration.
The perpetrators were invariably blind drunk and completely oblivious to the problem they were causing; a co-ordinated effort from all of the surrounding neighbours (with threats to involve the authorities) eventually dealt with the problem (and their other party trick which was to stagger out of the front door at midnight and copiously vomit on a random doorstep).
I cannot understand the desire to hear music at extreme volumes, but I have noticed, while walking down the street, that even in the bitter depths of winter, players of loud music tend to fling their windows wide open so that the world can hear them.
(same with people driving about while playing loud music; they will wind down the windows even if it is raining - it must be some sort of penis substitute thing) _ wonder if they mistakenly lipread/mishear “Wow, what a great guy”, when people are actually saying “Wanker!, why don’t you f**k off and die”.
I live next to a young woman we refer to as “The Disco Queen”. One morning (around 3am) her stereo was so loud (playing Hall and Oates, of all things) that we could hear every nuance of their desecration of “You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling”. When I knocked on her door, she answered (after five minutes of knocking) and had obviously been asleep until the knocking woke her up. She had no idea that anyone else could hear the stereo and apologised, and also immediately turned the stereo off instead of merely turning it down (which was all I asked her to do). On a side note, she apparently sleeps naked, as she was hiding behind the door with just her head and one bare shoulder and arm peeking out…
Funnier than the guys downstairs was three or four nights ago when the people next door were blasting…
OLDIES!
Like 50s music! “At the Hop” kinda stuff. I was laughing my ass off and saying, “This is rocking out for them. Some people are rocking out to this right now”.