I wrote a song for my neighbor today. It goes like this:
**Please play your bongo drums inside the house
close the door and windows so your neighbors won’t grouse
it’s noisy enough around here as it is
without your added Bohemian riffs
We got recyclers rattling their bottles and cans
all the birdies that wake you at 5am
auto sound systems that shake the foundations
and the gamut of urban-type concatenations
So please play your bongo drums inside the house
it’s a frequent routine I could sure do without
it’s noisy enough around here as it is
without those piercing Bohemian riffs.**
And in case anybody asks, yes, this is the same neighbor formerly (thank god!) of the bamboo windchimes.
If it makes you feel better … A couple days ago I took down the bamboo wind chimes we inherited from the prior owner of our place. I don’t think they’re ever going back up.
Aw, what a sweet thing to say. Hopefully your neighbors aren’t as grumpy as me.
**bobot: ** Whoops! I guess I meant “confabulations,” but kind of crossed with “cacophony.”
JRDelirious: I am not hip to this … was this back in the glory days of actual Bohemian bongoing? Like, around the same time that the SF cops were busy going repeatedly to Lenny Bruce shows, just to make sure that they *really were *“obscene?”
Do you want to trade places? I have a neighbor who plays bagpipes. BAGPIPES! During my nap time! I don’t think it matters if he (she?) plays them indoors or outdoors, they’re still loud.
At least they’re good at it - as good as you can get with bagpipes.
I’ll trade you, too!
I have a 12 year old across the street who “jams” on the trombone, poorly, with another neighborhood kid on the trumpet, also poorly. The 12 year old has a younger sister who has an amazing screaming range. We’re talking Mariah Carey ability here.
It’s lovely.
Oh I’d wish. The Arcata Eye was until 2013 a local weekly newspaper in Arcata, Northern California, which gained fame in the Web age for its rather idiosyncratically written police blotter column. The column tended to portray the place as something of a magnet for the stereotypical coastal Northern CA/PNW ramblin’ crowd, and every now and then it would contain an item, often in limerick form, on a report that there had been a noise complaint in the town square involving bongos or drum circles or both.
