Tinfoil Chef

Ever have a neighbor so loud that you could practically see the sound waves emanating from their house at four thirty am on the one night of the month that you need to be up early the next day to take care of something important?

That’s the kind of thing that I’m having fun with right now. First this guy moves in who’s into yoga, then he starts trying to get me to take it up for my health. I finally (I hope!) convince him that I’m just not flexible enough to do that stuff and then he’s after me to get a certain kind of shoe because he thinks mine are horrible.

Now he’s doing his yoga. At four thirty in the morning, in his front yard. So far it doesn’t sound bad right? Well, this is when he cranks up his music. Hard rock, complete with aptly named visual sound amplifiers and speakers big enough to have a picnic on.

What I don’t get (aside from why anybody needs to make that much noise at that hour) is just how he manages to do his yoga and play the electric guitar at the same time. Not only is he playing it, he’s also working one of those guitar effects pedals.

I suppose I could give him credit for doing something that should be impossible but since he sounds more like a jet engine with half the parts ready to fall off I think I’ll pass.

Here’s hoping that this guy moves out soon.

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