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This must be what going crazy feels like.
Our wonderful next door neighbours appear to have bought a piano. Or a keyboard that sounds like one through the walls.
You know what's not-fun? Listening to someone play Men of Harlech thirty times, and hitting the same freaking wrong note in the same place every single time.
Don't get me wrong; I can't even play chopsticks and whoever's playing is pretty good. But I wish she/he would play something I don't know, so I won't notice the mistakes!
You know what's not-fun? Listening to someone play Men of Harlech thirty times, and hitting the same freaking wrong note in the same place every single time.
Don't get me wrong; I can't even play chopsticks and whoever's playing is pretty good. But I wish she/he would play something I don't know, so I won't notice the mistakes!
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Thanks!
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Still, the piece I ended up with was In the Hall of the Mountain King. On the tuba...
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LOL! I bet your neighbours loved that!!!
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Yeah, but... "peace" to me means quiet. Not some other kind of music.
It'll be okay. I can put up with it for a few days (could just be a novelty thing) and if it goes on for too long I'll go have a word with them. If it's female-neighbour playing, she doesn't work so maybe she'd be willing to schedule her music time during the day. It can't be one of their kids: whoever was playing was too good to be that young. If it's male-neighbour I'll be screwed, though.
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In Oregon I had a musician neighbor. I'm sure he was good but the way it came through the walls wasn't that great and I didn't care for his voice. He only played his own stuff (well, I am pretty sure it was his own) so he didn't mess up much but it was still not fun having it come through the wall. Being that I play guitar, and being that I can be picky, if he HAD been playing stuff I knew and was messing up it would drive me completely mad.
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