Or so he seems to think. :rolleyes:
I’m about to go knock on his door and tell him not to quit his day job just yet. 
I lived for 12 years next door to a guy learning to play the drums. Fortunately, it could only be heard in the house from the office (bad enough) - not the bedroom. In 12 years, the guy never got any better.
And for parents who annoy you to no end, I have always wanted to patent my gift: Baby’s First Bagpipes!
My sympathies for you putting up with that neighbor - but the comparison to Jimi Hendrix is almost a compliment. Are you saying he plays as well, or just that he plays as loud? You might mention there are headphones he can use when he practices.
Ah, yes. He used to live in Ohio. Across the parking lot from us. You’d think that would give him enough distance not to be annoying. You’d be wrong.
At least he didn’t practice at night.
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No, he just thinks he is as good, apparently. This guy just turns his electric guitar up as loud as it will go and plucks the strings. In no particular order. No particular song. Just loud obnoxious noise. And I hope he breaks the darn thing really really soon. 
“Huh, that’s funny, all my guitar strings seem to be broken and the handle’s smashed in…”
Oh. He lived in the apartment beneath me last year. He’s easy to intimidate, but he has anger management issues. Have you heard him kick the walls yet?
Keep your fingers crossed–maybe he’s already 26 and you’ll only have to put up with him for a year . . .
Dave Lister moved in next to you?
NO STAIRWAY.
When I was a young child, I always heard riffs from Centerfold coming from the garage next door (along with some other unintelligible stuff). I overheard my parents complaining about it, and somehow I misunderstood it to be the actual J Geils Band. The fact that they’d probably not be practicing in a cheap garage behind a triple decker in my neighborhood never occurred to me.
Nice that the guy has the money for an apartment. He used to ‘busk’ before hockey games here in Toronto. I’d see him in the tunnel under the train station playing his heart out on the tiny battery powered amp. I saw and heard him frequently, but not for very long as I made my way to the train at the end of the day, so I suppose I shouldn’t project my impressions onto his entire repetoire, but I had never seen or heard him play anything different.
He had fingers of lightning, the stamina and recuperative powers of a horny 17 year old boy being seduced by an experienced horny 37 year divorcee, and the musical sensabilities of a 14 year who’s just discovered Eruption by Van Halen.
His routine consists of riffs that last for 15-30 seconds followed by a rest period of about 5 seconds. I say rest period, but it was just a chance to rest the pick hand while the fret hand held on to a single low note for the duration. This was ended by another 15-30 second riff that may or may not have sounded like the previous and if it did, then it sounded like a fluke. The riffs didn’t have any musical quality and seemed to exist to demonstrate the speed of his fingers. The speed was there and the accuracy was there, as he didn’t hit any sour notes during the riff, but I’m not sure how he could since he just hit the same 3-4 strings with his hand up near the body on the fretboard. I know it doesn’t come across when you read it, but the deal sounded something like
I suppose if he is in a band, then he’s got a pretty good gig. He’d only be playing during the bridge/solo parts of the songs and then could sit down and have his beer. I suppose he’d really earn his share during the solo part of the set when the other band members towel off…
With any luck he will be able to learn to play some actual songs that are recognizable instead of being ‘Riffman’.