Worst neighbour experience?

Wackamole

Member
What's the worst thing your drums playing has stirred up in another individual or other individuals?

When I was at music school I had a neighbour I'd never met walk into the house, slam all my windows and doors (except the front one, because then he'd be like oh, I can't get out. Hmmmm what shall I do?) And then slam the front door upon entry?

First place though is we're in a new neighbourhood, dropped flyers telling people we're a band and we practice, that we're only going to practice once a week at x time, if there's any worries phone us on ... And so we start up, ten minutes later an older guy comes in ... mildly agitated.. with an axe handle telling us not only to shut up, but HOW to shut up, where our instruments should be placed (I didn't think they'd fit but I don't think that bothered him) and what would happened if we continued. Cut a long story short I got all up in his goodies (didn't quite come to a fight but I refuse to submit to people with dominating spirits) and he got arrested, but wow, really, we're THAT bad? could have told us nicely.

I have an electric kit for practice now.
 

aaajn

Silver Member
Almost started a mutiny once. I was in Iraq for a year. I was a LTC at the time and I had the electronic Roland kit in my CHU, Containerized Housing Unit, a metal box with an Air Conditioner. I was pretty green as a drummer but had a lot of fun.

There was a Marine SGT and an Army Specialist who played guitar and bass. They asked if we could jam and I jumped at the chance. So in the middle of Al Asad, Iraq we set up a couple of amps, my little E-Kit with a Simmons drum amp.

From the first note on... we had a blast, played for about 45 seconds and the angriest first Sergeant shows up crapping his drawers, losing his mind, pissing his pants just about crying. (editor's note, to this day, the senior NCO was one of the worst leaders I have known in 30 years of military service). Anyway, he is losing his mind complaining about how loud we are,

I wanted to point out the F'Ing bombs going off were loud too, why doesn't he go bitch out the enemy. As the senior officer, I was not about to tell him what I thought of his sorry ass in front of junior enlisted, however, we turned it down. He was incredibly pissed and stomped away.

After old boy sulks away cussing like First Sergeants do; The junior enlisted are furious. I called them together and told them not to feel bad and that it made my year to be a 48 year old man who was told by a whiny D-bag yelling for me to turn the music down. I was absolutely stoked, it made my week, month and year.

Now these kids and I got along really well, I treated them with respect and compassion and they told me they would move mountains for me. They would work for the 1SGT because they were afraid of him. After they realized how happy I was that the "Man" told me to turn it down, they got into it. We move our CHU band to another area of the bass and he left us alone after that.

We really sucked as a band and people loved us.
 

Nickropolis

Senior Member
I was in my back living room, which is basically a room full of drums and a couple chairs, showing my lady friend a drum that I bought for her.

Taye 14" red sparkle floor tom, matches her vintage Rogers perfectly by the way.

Anyway, I have this new roommate, Naomi. She's been living here for less than a week. This past Friday night as I was showing my friend the drum, Naomi just kind of showed up in the doorway with this stink face on and says "Do you think you could NOT do that?". Apparently people go to college on Saturdays now, and apparently they need 12 hours of sleep to do it.

I capitulated very unwillingly but easily for the sake of maintaining order and said that we can discuss the house rules tomorrow. She went back upstairs, I got no response, and she hasn't been back to the house yet, as far as I know.

Since then, I've been quite enjoying having a self entitled tartlet NOT telling me what to do and when to do it.
 

Anon La Ply

Renegade
Two of them. My first jam in a non home (around 1975) was in a scout hall that we somehow procured. During the second song we get this shouting old bastard with some council guy plus two attack dogs banging on the door and that was the end of that. Loonies.

Same band playing a private function a year later. Halfway through some old guy comes stomping through and giving us crap about the noise (it's well after hours but he's working two floors down). So we young rebels gave him a good dose of RnR lip. He storms off. About 12 years later I'm working at the place and he's the Director lol - fortunately he didn't recognise me but I later found ways to irritate him (as I did with almost everyone back then).

In the early 80s moved back home to do a course and the band was practising at my place. We normally stopped at 10pm sharp but we got carried away. We get a knock at the door at 10:20 and Dad's saying we'd better stop because the woman next door is screaming.

Screaming??

We walk out and sure enough she's screaming and crying. It was bizarre. The fence was too high to see over so I'm reassuring this bipolar (it turned out) woman blind from the other side of the fence that we've stopped and was apologising profusely. While I'm assuring her we wouldn't go late again the stupid singer starts giving her lip and I'm whispering "Shut up! Shut up!".

And that was the end of band practices at my parents' place. Contrary to the myth, not everyone likes music - some people might enjoy one or two genres but otherwise detest it.
 

aaajn

Silver Member
Hemingway wishes he wrote that sentence: "Since then, I've been quite enjoying having a self entitled tartlet NOT telling me what to do and when to do it."

Awesome



I was in my back living room, which is basically a room full of drums and a couple chairs, showing my lady friend a drum that I bought for her.

Taye 14" red sparkle floor tom, matches her vintage Rogers perfectly by the way.

Anyway, I have this new roommate, Naomi. She's been living here for less than a week. This past Friday night as I was showing my friend the drum, Naomi just kind of showed up in the doorway with this stink face on and says "Do you think you could NOT do that?". Apparently people go to college on Saturdays now, and apparently they need 12 hours of sleep to do it.

I capitulated very unwillingly but easily for the sake of maintaining order and said that we can discuss the house rules tomorrow. She went back upstairs, I got no response, and she hasn't been back to the house yet, as far as I know.

Since then, I've been quite enjoying having a self entitled tartlet NOT telling me what to do and when to do it.
 

Duck Tape

Platinum Member
Nothing major happened but my parents made me setup my kit at my dads factory after some neighbour complaints back home. At the factory I had a few telephone complaints over the years, one abusive voicemail but relatively okay until I started playing with a few guys that loved turning it up loud. At work one day I got a call from council, they said if I received another complaint then I would have to pay a fine, get a sound specialist to prove that it wasn't too noisy etc or else I would never be able to play again.

$5,000 and 3 long months without drums later I had a soundproof room.

I'm living in the city now.. I have an e-kit but I'm only really interested in real drums. I get into practice pad stuff now and I have practice rooms nearby but unfortunately they might be shutting soon :(

Society should cater for muso's just a bit more. I don't blame neighbours for being annoyed but you do get some touchy/entitled people complaining just because they hate their lives and need a scapegoat.
 

Nickropolis

Senior Member
Dre: Your post made me think of creating some sort of universal noise room 'kit' that you could relatively easily take down and move to a new place.

Large, soft material to cover the walls, like blankets but better. Something large and baffled as well so it could fit all sizes of windows or doors.
 
Iwas at my dads house after he got his set, and he was playing save mathews. We had the pa system turned up almost all the way, and we were jamming. One of the neighbours got pissed because of some crap that happened between us, and that night we had a visit from the police. We didn't get into major trouble, because the guy loved the kit( he was also a drummer) but we have long since moved, and the new place has a sound proof room:)
 

slowrocker

Silver Member
I was using someone else's drum set and was playing and hit a Tom pretty hard in the middle of the song. The piano player flips out and tells me I was going to break the Tom hitting like that. I had to inform some of my drummer friends about how I was messing up the drums. I laughed about that one for a while.
 

Duck Tape

Platinum Member
Dre: Your post made me think of creating some sort of universal noise room 'kit' that you could relatively easily take down and move to a new place.

Large, soft material to cover the walls, like blankets but better. Something large and baffled as well so it could fit all sizes of windows or doors.
Maybe one day they'll invent some sort of frame that generates some invisible sound sucking forcefield and we'll be able to get on with a bit of practice.
 

Andrew239

Junior Member
My tale of the neighbor is a very loooong one. So I will summarise.

I got my drums for Christmas last year. I play from 5.30pm to 6pm through the week, and not every day. Through the day at some stage on the weekends for up to 1 hour, certainly never after 6pm.
My neighbor recently went through a divorce, and I believe that me drumming is just something to pin her anger, anxiety and misery on
She has come up with all sorts of excuses why I am disturbing her and her kids, and has been completely unwilling to compromise when I asked her when would I disturb her less.
My kids ( I have a 2 year old and 11 year old stepson) have been banned from her yard, and it seems they are not allowed in my yard, a shame when the 2 boys were best friends and played all the time.

I have had the police at my house 5 times. My other neighbours ( who have no problem with me drumming) have seen them in the street on 2 more occasions that I know of. I bought a cheap bathroom cabinet with a mirrored door so I can see up the driveway when I am playing – I am set up in my garage, so when I see the police driving down the pipestem, I stop playing. The last time the cop walked down, so I was still playing, and still didnt give me a warning or anything, told me she was crazy – a fact that every other cop had hinted at but never said. I showed him what I had done to minimize the sound – he said “yep, you’ve clearly made an effort” told me I sounded better than some garage bands he has seen ( personally I doubt that lol ) and he left. At which time I proceeded to laugh at her. She then called me an A-hole and a fat pig, right in front of my daughter. She has said that she is trying to teach her kids about responsibility, and that if you disturb the peace, you pay the consequence. I asked her what lesson she was teaching when she was calling me names in front of my daughter, to which she replied ”she wasn’t there, and I wasn’t talking to you” – funny there was no one else around and she was pointing at me at the time.

She finally came up with a time that would disturb her less. In front of other neighbours who were trying to mediate, she sad between midnight and 6 am would be less disruptive. Apart from being against the law after 11pm, I figure she was hoping I would say that it would disturb my family sleeping, thus proving her point, I simply laughed at her and told her she was ridiculous.

Oh, I forgot the best bit, the last policeman told me that she had said to him that he should check my paperwork as she didn’t think I was even legal in this country. ( I am proudly Australian, holding a greencard as a legal permanent resident in America) So she would rather try to have the father of a 2 year old deported than have to ‘endure” me drumming for 30 mis a day.

There is much more I could add, but I tried to keep it as brief as possible.
Sorry for the long post, hopefully it was as entertaining and amusing as I find it.
 

BigDinSD

Gold Member
My tale of the neighbor is a very loooong one. So I will summarise.

I got my drums for Christmas last year. I play from 5.30pm to 6pm through the week, and not every day. Through the day at some stage on the weekends for up to 1 hour, certainly never after 6pm.
My neighbor recently went through a divorce, and I believe that me drumming is just something to pin her anger, anxiety and misery on
She has come up with all sorts of excuses why I am disturbing her and her kids, and has been completely unwilling to compromise when I asked her when would I disturb her less.
My kids ( I have a 2 year old and 11 year old stepson) have been banned from her yard, and it seems they are not allowed in my yard, a shame when the 2 boys were best friends and played all the time.

I have had the police at my house 5 times. My other neighbours ( who have no problem with me drumming) have seen them in the street on 2 more occasions that I know of. I bought a cheap bathroom cabinet with a mirrored door so I can see up the driveway when I am playing – I am set up in my garage, so when I see the police driving down the pipestem, I stop playing. The last time the cop walked down, so I was still playing, and still didnt give me a warning or anything, told me she was crazy – a fact that every other cop had hinted at but never said. I showed him what I had done to minimize the sound – he said “yep, you’ve clearly made an effort” told me I sounded better than some garage bands he has seen ( personally I doubt that lol ) and he left. At which time I proceeded to laugh at her. She then called me an A-hole and a fat pig, right in front of my daughter. She has said that she is trying to teach her kids about responsibility, and that if you disturb the peace, you pay the consequence. I asked her what lesson she was teaching when she was calling me names in front of my daughter, to which she replied ”she wasn’t there, and I wasn’t talking to you” – funny there was no one else around and she was pointing at me at the time.

She finally came up with a time that would disturb her less. In front of other neighbours who were trying to mediate, she sad between midnight and 6 am would be less disruptive. Apart from being against the law after 11pm, I figure she was hoping I would say that it would disturb my family sleeping, thus proving her point, I simply laughed at her and told her she was ridiculous.

Oh, I forgot the best bit, the last policeman told me that she had said to him that he should check my paperwork as she didn’t think I was even legal in this country. ( I am proudly Australian, holding a greencard as a legal permanent resident in America) So she would rather try to have the father of a 2 year old deported than have to ‘endure” me drumming for 30 mis a day.

There is much more I could add, but I tried to keep it as brief as possible.
Sorry for the long post, hopefully it was as entertaining and amusing as I find it.
Man - I can't believe a person could be that negative about life. It's really not you're drumming as you've taken steps to be considerate. I'm amazed at your discipline in playing very short amounts of time each week. Yeah man, she's got some issues and you're close enough to bear her anger.

Hang in there. As drummers we all bear the anguish of how loud our instruments can be to others. Keep us posted and best of luck.
 

Anon La Ply

Renegade
Bummer Andrew. It's terrible to have an aggressive and crazy neighbour.

Dre, I have a theory about why society doesn't cater for musicians. Contrary to common wisdom and claims, I believe that most western adults don't actually like music. If a majority valued music, there would be far more music-friendly policy than there is. Every policy measure I've seen in the last 30 years has been anti music.

A misanthropist usually likes a few people. Homophobes and racists often make exceptions for a few individuals. People who hate music might enjoy one genre or a few disparate songs, but they detest the larger body of music. Few will ever admit that they hate music - it's like hating kittens :)
 

toddmc

Gold Member
Sure there is, Jules - a grateful Australian. I haven't done anything to be proud of - I just happened to be born in middle class Australia. Pure dumb luck - it sure beats being born in Ethiopia.
How many Aussies are on this forum anyway (so far just Mr Pocket-O'- Gold and Ms Anon that I've seen)?
 

Pocket-full-of-gold

Platinum Member
Sure there is, Jules - a grateful Australian. I haven't done anything to be proud of - I just happened to be born in middle class Australia. Pure dumb luck - it sure beats being born in Ethiopia.
Hey, we're amongst the hand-on-the-heart brigade here Pol. No-one does patriotism better than the Yanks......got make some kind of an attempt. Even if this tiny Pacific backwater really hasn't done much to be proud about. ;-)
 

Anon La Ply

Renegade
Hey, we're amongst the hand-on-the-heart brigade here Pol. No-one does patriotism better than the Yanks......got make some kind of an attempt. Even if this tiny Pacific backwater really hasn't done much to be proud about. ;-)
I think you know that consideration for the comforting lies people tell themselves and each other is not something satirical cartoonists excel in :)

Some DW Aussies - Wy Yung, Wombat, Dre, toddmc, DrumKat, MasonDrummer, joshthedrumkid97, Galadrm ... and Kettles is a Kiwi and we all know it's a state of Australia in the same way as Australia is a state of the US ;-)

I'm hiding indoors today - it's cold, rainy and blowing a gale - about 10C, not including wind chill. This time last week it was 35 degrees and there was a total fire ban.
 

pinoydrummer

Senior Member
The houses in our neighborhood are very close and I could hear my neighbor yelling
on the other side whenever I play drums. I couldn't remember the exact time I was
playing but I think it was around 3pm. Admittedly my playing was too early for them
and it was that time where I just bang on the drums but I wish they could have asked
nicely. This went on for a number of times and eventually they were forced to move out.
 
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SquadLeader

Gold Member
I bought an acoustic kit a good few years back in my new house, which is 'detached' but on an estate...

I was practicing at about 3pm in the afternoon...all doors and windows shut, curtains and blinds drawn....

Between songs the front window was practically pounded inwards so I went to the front door...

Our neighbour four doors from us, a quiet middle/older aged lady, commences on probably the most vitriolic and abusive verbal attack on me which I have ever, in my life sustained. Spittle flying, finger pointing, literally screaming a load of incoherant abuse at me.

I tried to apologise, explained, and tried to tell her that it wouldn't happen again (I'm very mindful of neighbours, and how loud these bongos actually are), but she went on...and on....and on....

And eventually she totally lost it, called me a fat cunt and told me to get a life...

Another neighbour of mine told me later that my restraint was to be admired.

The laughable thing is that she's never complained about the fact that another neighbour, nearer to her, runs a Formula 3 driving team out of his front drive, and regularly revs his engines at screaming pitch...eminantly louder than my Mapex...perhaps that's because her and her husband regularly go to racedays, tickets gratis.
 
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