A discussion is currently raging on the Daily Slope message board about how to deal with neighbors who insist on playing live music—loudly, drums and all—in their living room. We sympathize. Really, we do. Especially because,
The band practice and parties are just the start of it. We can hear them having sex and smell their cigarette smoke. I'm a smoker and I have never smoked in my house in my entire life, but now my house reeks like it. I had the flu over the past few days and was in tears because I couldn't sleep — it'd be one thing if they were at least semi-decent musicians. I would be too embarrased for my neighbors to hear me playing that poorly.
Yeah, if you're going to make a shitload of noise in your New York City apartment, at least have the courtesy to be a good musician, 'kay?