i'm begging you. please.
Okay, so we live in a collegey part of town. Most of the time, that's cool. Our neighborhood is diverse, with families living next door to students of all stripes. On random nights, we'll come out to find that some art student has decorated all of the trees in the neighborhood with dangling strings of glass beads that glisten in the breeze. There's the off chance that the band practicing across the street will be full of good musicians -- as was the house on the corner of Harrison a few summers ago when our friend Yahto lived there with his bandmates.
But what we've got across the street this year . . . is. fucking. killing. me. I'm right now, right this very second, this instant, talking myself out of tossing the computer aside to walk over to beg them, shout at them, demand of them, that they LEARN A NEW FUCKING SONG!!!!! Or ANY SONG!!!!
JUST STOP PLAYING THE SAME FUCKING SIX NOTES OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!! For chrissake.
I'm serious. Speeding up and slowing down your three-notes-up-three-notes-down guitar scale does not a new song make. And hitting the hi-hats two dozen times does not good listening make.
In this house, we're all about promoting self-expression through interesting experiments with music. But these junior McGees obviously don't have shit to say.
Maybe I should just buy some sheet music to slip under their door. Anything to stop this goddamn racket. Can the police give tickets for sucking?
Bad news update: We've just dropped to four notes for the repeating. Somebody put me out of my misery. I'm begging you. Please. Help.
But what we've got across the street this year . . . is. fucking. killing. me. I'm right now, right this very second, this instant, talking myself out of tossing the computer aside to walk over to beg them, shout at them, demand of them, that they LEARN A NEW FUCKING SONG!!!!! Or ANY SONG!!!!
JUST STOP PLAYING THE SAME FUCKING SIX NOTES OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!! For chrissake.
I'm serious. Speeding up and slowing down your three-notes-up-three-notes-down guitar scale does not a new song make. And hitting the hi-hats two dozen times does not good listening make.
In this house, we're all about promoting self-expression through interesting experiments with music. But these junior McGees obviously don't have shit to say.
Maybe I should just buy some sheet music to slip under their door. Anything to stop this goddamn racket. Can the police give tickets for sucking?
Bad news update: We've just dropped to four notes for the repeating. Somebody put me out of my misery. I'm begging you. Please. Help.
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