#This man is up there sometimes with full backing tracks being played through subwoofers ALL DAY AND NIGHT
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I’m a musician and I recognize the need for practice BUT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST DOES EVERYONE IN THIS HOUSE HAVE TO PRACTICE THEIR INSTRUMENTS AT EVERY HOUR OF THE DAY
I’m trying to get shit done and the constant noise is sucking the life out of me. The man finished the whole upstairs himself for his instruments and didn’t even think of soundproofing for recording purposes. I haven’t even found a place yet and I’m already looking at soundproofing.
#All my instruments are quiet. No I don’t want to plug my kalimba in for everyone including the neighbors to hear.#I don’t use your amplifiers for a reason.#Yes I have earplugs; but one can only use earplugs for so long before they start falling out from the slick of five hours of earwax buildup#and the stupid fucking clock going TICKTOCTICKTOCK I’m going to shoot myself through both eardrums#If I go in my bedroom for any amount of time I get a concerned “What’s wrong? You don’t want to see me anymore. You hate me now? Ahaha.”#“Come out and see us”#And the bedroom is situated directly under the pedal steel guitar so if he’s playing it I can hear the ceiling creak and groan above me#Every time someone tells me “Oh you’re so lucky to live in a house with so much music” I want to SCREAM#It would be one thing if it were just an acoustic guitar for two—three hours a day… you have to understand:#This man is up there sometimes with full backing tracks being played through subwoofers ALL DAY AND NIGHT#the same songs over and over and over again for YEARS with month-long spurts of creativity where he goes up there all day#I’m not being mean; I’m being overstimulated and driven to insanity#This is one of the reasons I’m moving out; but the overstimulation is hindering me from doing what I need to do to move out#This house#This fucking house#It’s a sensory nightmare#vent tw
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