Let me give you the back story of how this particular blog came into fruition, as I found it to be a pretty humorous scenario…
Last night I fell asleep at my usual time, which is any time after midnight but before 3am (as I need at least 6 hours of sleep to even consider functioning at work). Last night I believe sleep happened in the vicinity of 12:20-ish. I turned off all my lights, put the iMac display to sleep, and crawled into my toasty bed. All was well until about 1:30am when, seemingly out of nowhere, AC/DC (the first artist in my iTunes library) starts blasting on through my computer speakers. Needless to say, it was a pretty jarring experience. I vaulted (yes, vaulted) out of bed to turn the volume down and then looked around for ghosts. When ghosts started to seem like a silly idea (remember, slept for only about an hour at this point) I looked for more plausible reasons for this unwarranted disruption of my slumber. When I ruled out my mom, my sister, and my cats the situation began to look bleak. Then, it hit me: I did it. I peeked on the bed where I was, just moments prior, hibernating like a large bear-y creature to find the shiny white quadrilateral that I like to call my Apple Remote.
“Aha!” I exclaimed as I began to draw sane conclusions. I must’ve rolled around on the remote, which I keep in my bed to snooze my alarm in the mornings, and activated iTunes. Just as I was settling my brain down to sleep again, I heard something else; equally loud but infinitely more annoying. It was the sound of a car going down my driveway, blasting (Spanish) music with a bass (presumably) in the trunk so loud, it was rattling the body of the almost assuredly shitty vehicle. This is where the title of the post comes from:
Nobody Likes Your Music. Period.
Unless it’s summer time and you’re riding down to the beach or to a hot spot with the windows and/or top down on your car, I really don’t want to hear what you’re listening to… Nor should I have to. There’s absolutely no reason to listen to music so loud in your sealed vehicle that I can hear it 30 feet away and through the brick, wood, and cement of my house (not to mention just the open sky, which does a pretty damn good job of dispersing sound). If the goal of your music playing is to get other people to hear and groove to what you’re grooving to, then congratulations: You’re an asshole! Might as well have outdoor speakers mounted on the top of your car to make the statement even clearer.
I’m not just narrowing this down to a language or genre of music, either, although it seems that only certain genres of people who listen to specific genres of music are this blatantly inconsiderate of those around them. But, let’s say for instance I was walking down South Street one Friday night just taking in the sights and sounds. If a car came blowing down the street crawling along the crowded street blasting, say, Protest The Hero, I wouldn’t have such a problem with it and for one reason: Context. I expect to hear people riding down South Street blasting all kinds of music because it’s a cultural melting pot down there. The same would be true if it was a low rider Caddy rollin on dubs blasting Snoop Dogg. If I saw that shit, it would probably bring a smile to my face. I wouldn’t go down to South Street or Broad Street or any of the bars near Old City and expect not to hear some music being playing at unreasonably high volumes. Context is the key.
The point of this roundabout storant (story + rant = storant) is that we should try to be considerate of our neighbors, but if it ever gets to the point where your neighbor is so ignorant nothing will help, you could always try the “taste-of-your-own-medicine” method by blasting the latest Protest the Hero album directly at their (fill in the blank with the follow:)
Thanks for reading, and stay classy.
So little to say and so much time… Here goes something….
My name is Andrew to everyone who knows me and nothing to the people who don’t. I rarely feel inclined to write about myself and this small text blurb is no exception. I’m a film maker, of sorts. A designer, of sorts. A musician, of sorts. A photographer, of sorts. An armada of etceteras march behind these four generals.
The point I’m trying to make is that I enjoy art in all of it’s forms, and try my best to creatively express myself in every medium I take a liking towards. As always, things like life get in the way of being a non-stop idea factory, but that life is something that I’m thoroughly enjoying at the moment.
It consists of my beautiful girlfriend who I am very much in love with, a job that pays me well to do work that I would otherwise be doing for free, and a family and friends that I wouldn’t trade the world for. It’s safe to assume that I’m walking on air/over water/atop mountain peaks (pick one… hell, pick all three).
March 13th, 2008 at 11:57 am
1. hahahahahahaha… I can so see the vault.
2. @#$%**&(&^%*^%# you know my opinion on my neighbors and now I feel the same in regards to yours. asses. -keeps it at that-
3. more blogs please!
March 14th, 2008 at 1:44 pm
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