I figured it has been about a month since my last personal rant on this web log, so I think it is the appropriate time to make a new one.
In my new building my apartment faces a “courtyard” where different people have their personal little outdoor space. As far as I can tell (and I peek often) the personal courtyards are only being used by one person, someone with a wood burning BBQ and a couple of sad looking plants.
About a week ago, on a particularly nice afternoon, I heard someone blasting some very generic classic rock hits. I figured it was my next-door neighbor, because they sounded so close (although I never really thought of her as the type of gal to blast playlists that sounded like they were lifted off of “VH-1’s Greatest Rock Songs Of The ’70s” or whatever, but who am I to judge?) and I decided I should just ignore them because I knew she was working.
Last night as I was finishing up work I heard the generic rock music again but I also heard something that sounded like crackling and the unmatured voices of college-aged boys. I went to my window and realized that this was all coming from the people who had the courtyard. And it was really loud.
I am living in an echo chamber.
So far, it hasn’t been too bad. Although it is loud, I realize that it is because of the echo-chamber-inducing construction of the building, and that the little kiddies that live below are talking loudly (although? Why is it always the college kids that are loud, in like everything that they do? I am not loud, my boyfriend is not loud, I don’t get it.) it is still annoying to have to hear that fucking music. I would be fine with the inane conversation (“Do you think she likes me? Does she only like hardcore boys? Could you talk to her for me?”) and the fact my apartment fills up with BBQ smoke fairly quickly (although I do like the smell of BBQ, but a wood burning fire-pit? This isn’t the beach in California idiots, weekly bonfires are not de riguer of city living) but it is that fucking music they play.
The music is so horribly regular of pseudo-bohemian stoner college juniors that I cannot tolerate it. I realize this is Williamsburg and there are a lot of dorks out here but come on, at least play something other than The Beatles or Bob Dylan or The fucking Doors! This isn’t a dormroom, branch out a little! I know I probably sound horribly pretentious, and I am not someone who knows a lot about music or whatever, but couldn’t these kids at least put on some rap? Trust me, the quicker these nerds appropriate black culture the better. At least then the awkward, corduroy-jacket wearing (in 79 degree weather) dudes will have a chance at having sex with women who are older than 19 years of age.
Well, I guess I will just have to get used to it until they graduate college and/or get better taste in music. Until then, they have been kind enough to end their little BBQs before 11 p.m., so I guess I can’t really complain.
