March 19th, 2006
|jimbojones||04:31 pm - I need you to feel this|
Experimental verification leads me to conclude that it is, in fact, possible for the Death Stereo to play Tool's "Prison Sex" loudly enough to cause the neighbor's CD player to skip. (From outside, which is where I prudently stayed for this test, it was still possible to hear his irritating-ass bassline underneath the audio warfare I was waging in return... barely.)
Interestingly, he didn't actually come outside until the playlist hit Tori Amos. Booming beats he could deal with, but long-sustain slow-decay piano chords that rattle the fillings out of your teeth and make your lungs hurt for 10 seconds at a time were apparently more than he could take.
Once he finally came outside, we arrived at an uneasy accommodation. I suspect it won't last long. But that's okay, I have the Death Stereo, earplugs, no headache, and no neighbor on the other side of me. I can renegotiate at will... if necessary, I might even take it past half volume.
Current Mood: vindictive
Current Music: Tori Amos - Liquid Diamonds
nd even when I do have something to say, it's usually along the lines of "you really are a dumb asshole aren't you?"
That would be the Mighty Pen, all right.
That's why I tend to take two or three month sabbaticals.