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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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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.