White Sun of the Desert is grumbling about noisy neighbours and their music. His theory is that
The volume of the music being played by a neighbour is inversely proportional to the quality of the music.
those who play music stupidly loud in apartments or houses are those who fail to get positive attention by the normal method of not being a complete prick. Or they are simply retarded.
He goes on to expect the child of one of his neighbours to become a psychopath as a result of the bad music played loudly by its parents.
Hm. I just moved into a new house in the student area of Oxford so when last Sunday lunch time the bass next door was making my floor shake, I assumed it was a student. I went next door to introduce myself as the cranky neighbour and ask for the music to be turned down so I could work. Not a nice way to start a relationship I know, but what else can you do when its so loud. I thought perhaps the students had just moved in and didn't realise how loud it was.
The music was so loud that I had to hammer on the door like a lunatic. Then I was harangued by a 65 year old woman with a big head of grey hair who muttered about my working on Sunday afternoon and her right to do what she liked in waking hours. Only this being Oxford, she expressed it in terms of my bad work-life balance and the lack of boundaries. During the conversation she kept disappearing to do something in the kitchen. I went back home rather bemused as to why she needed to play the music so loud. Eventually the music became quieter and my headache went away.
However shortly afterwards there was a flash from my computer and the power went off. My computer has now gne off for remont. Now I am sure that in the 21st century there is no reason to connect the two events. But some irrational part of me tells me I offended the witch next door and she put a spell on my computer. God knows what she was brewing in the kitchen.
Watch this space for what happens when I get home.