30.11.04

note to my upstairs neighbors

DOONCHIKADOONCHIKADOONCHIKADOONCHIKADOONCHIKADOONCHIKA-
DOONCHIKADOONCHIKADOONCHIKADOONCHIKADOONCHIKADOONCHIKA-
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to you too.

Posted by monk at 30.11.04 08:46
Comments

Aw man. I thought our daily aural torture--umpPAumpPA-umpPAumpPA--was bad, but doonchickadoon?

Perhaps it's time to familiarize the neighbors with the song stylings of The Residents, or Black Flag. Or...do you still have the tapes of those two guys (from Buffalo) arguing? Now THAT would be good. The cops would show up looking for a 'domestic dispute', and find you, alone, quietly reading. "Gee officer, I have no idea what you're talking about, I'm the only one here..."

Posted by: antigeist at 30.11.04 10:03

Actually, I think Ray and Pete were from Portland- although they're everywhere, aren't they? Since my neighbors get home around 3 am and play the music until around 6, when they go to sleep and I get up, I usually make sure to stomp around and turn Morning Edition on full blast. Just think- you're just crashing from your methamphetamines when Nina Totenberg's voice booms through your floor: THE DEATH TOLL IN FALLUJAH CONTINUES TO MOUNT.. while I provide accompinent by singing "Blue Bayou" in the shower at the top of my lungs.

Posted by: monk at 30.11.04 10:17

Nice.

And yes, Ray and Pete (I'd forgotten their names) ARE everywhere.

They're on the third floor of my building, as I type. And they're still going at it.

Posted by: antigeist at 30.11.04 11:52