(Originally posted on 2016-05-29)
The guy below me (at 30 Larnard St, Potsdam NY, in the early 90s), had a loud party, and played metal and classic rock records, real loud. Did he invite me? No.
Kids: if you are going to have a loud party, then you always invite the neighbors. In most cases they won’t come, but they will appreciate it, and they won’t call the police. Here endeth the lesson.
So I invited myself by plugging in my bass amp, and playing along with all of the songs. He eventually turned it down.
Did that end it? Not exactly: this started to become a regular thing, but at least he turned it down much quicker.
So one day his girlfriend stops me in the store, and says, “Hey, you’re the guy that lives above us. Every time that we have people visit, my boyfriend turns up the stereo, and then lowers the volume so that he can show everyone how you play the bass!”
All righty then…
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