loud neighbors

[tonycoxhox]

whats everyones opinion on noise from where people live? is it okay to blast music if its before a specific time, or is loud music only for music studios?

 or please share experiences youve had dealing with noise.

[breezy_again]

my next door neighbors woke me up at 8am on sunday to the black eyed peas i gotta feeling so now i play my music as loud as i want to in the daytime. with the door open sometimes if the weather is nice, it usually isn't. its kind of fun djing for the neighborhood.
at night i try to not be loud after 10pm.

[sexualhelon]

I once had a neighbor who would wake me up every (weekday) morning to the breakdown of Phil Collins - I can feel it coming in the air tonight. He'd beat the breakdown on the the cabinets, walls, whatever he could beat on I guess. Then he'd scream, "I can feel it coming in the air tonight". I'd understand it a lot more if he was headed out to the night shift.

[LUGR]

I try to be quiet from 10pm to 10am. I do live next to and share a wall with an AirBnb so get to experience all sorts of different people come and go. If they loud, I take that as a cue to be loud. I have turntables and much bigger speakers than they do set up in my living room. Anything loud past midnight I pull a Karen and call the manager. I am not sacrificing my sleep so some idiots can not follow the rules and party all night. It’s super fucking annoying living next to a rental, but it is my reality.

My most noisy neighbor was living for years behind Cat Club in SF. That bass would make the house shake.

[breezy_again]

Thinking about doing a reggae set tomorrow morning at 9am

[alien porkchop]

i had a recording studio in my living room of an apartment for a few years. we recorded, drunkenly, at all hours sometimes. surprisingly few complaints from the neighbors, but there were some. in retrospect, i have no idea how anyone put up with that.

[Unkle Fleak]

I don’t play games with loud at home. I learned that it’s just gonna make the cops come around. I’ve been known to neck piece at a cop about jamming before 9.

My brothers house. Jam all night if he’ll let you. He doesn’t jam with me anymore. I have no idea why. My band used to practice there but he kicked us out when we got good

[Sick_McCrank_]

In my last flat there was this family right under me and the mother was actually crazy and scary. Screaming at her children and husband. Children crying, running around all day/night. Curtains always closed. Never went outside with the kids. Screaming in the stairway. Screaming in the supermarket. 

Made me rage quit. I had to move.

[TheLurper]

I had a neighbor who would play the piano at 7AM. I regret not throwing a brick through their window.

One of the costs of living in an apartment or condo is not being able to play loud music or yell or make noise.

I feel it is easier to deal with a roommate than a neighbor.

[Síota]

In a flat that besides me and below me is the same family, they have three apartments all in one. They are chill so so am I. When they go away I have party's (they let me know to keep an eye on shit).

Across the street there is one flat with little shits that used to play Tecno at 2h on random week nights...after their windows being smashed in and bikes spokes cut they stopped.

[Sila]

If you live in a detached house play your tunes. Maybe not obnoxiously loud and be aware of who your neighbors are eg. do they have young kids or are people sick etc.

If it's apartment living then I'd get some decent headphones.

[tuesday]

Fuck loud neighbors. Especially when it is loud music. It is inescapable. You can not hear away. There is a reason why noise can be used as a torture method. I once moved out of a place because the asshole living above me would turn on the music any time he felt the urge. Day or night, it didn't matter.

[Pete]

Fuck that and them 1000%…especially if you’ve asked nicely numerous times if they could just keep it down after 11 because you got kids sleeping or something reasonable like that. Get on some petty shit let your dog shit on their lawn they asked you for it.

Free max b

[streetmeat]

Do not get me fucking started. I have lived in a double for 10+ years, the side next to us has had 3 tennents in that time, 2 of the 3 were amazing. One of them started out great until she had someone move in with her...at 3am on a week night, literally fully moving in an entire adult human and her entire belongings at 3am. I'm talking like building beds/furniture...of course as then went on FOR A WEEK i said something about it and they thought it was the most insane thing ever that I would be like 'hey, its 3 am on a wednesday and I gotta be up in two hours for work, can we halt this till, idk, 9am?'. Then it was the CONSTANT music with base (this house was one unit turned into 2 so the floorboards and pretty much every wall contects so sound travels very well. I text them and tell them to turn it down, they then accuse me of being racist because i apparantly only complain about noise when its rap being played (lol). This goes on for awhile until the landlord gets involved and sides with me and basically takes a 'campground' approach and says quite hours need to be between 10pm-7am lol. they finally moved out a couple months ago but good lord...

so yes, fuck them

[Enrico Pallazzo]

When I lived in Costa Mesa we lived next to an absolute turd who was constantly drunk and playing insanely loud music to the point it would shake our windows and glasses in our cabinets. You could tell what mood he was in by if he was playing DMX or Juice WRLD on that night. I heard him physically attack multiple female partners and roommates.

One of the worst parts was that he had a pretty sick mini ramp in his backyard but I despised him so much I never skated it and would drive to Mesa park to skate. I’m sure several posters on here have been there though and know the ramp and the dude I’m talking about.

Our new place is much quieter but we got a new neighbor and he played loud music once and as soon as I heard the bass through our walls I broke out in a cold sweat - new guy ended up being super nice though which is a blessing.

[EdLawndale]

Yeah, I was that loud neighbor for years (reformed now in my old age).

In college, I lived on the top floor of an apt bldg and had a music studio set up in my bedroom, like a giant 10 foot x 4 foot wooden cube I constructed from scratch to record my rap music. It had the egg shells all over the walls, but it was by no means soundproof. So I would be recording these hardcore raps at all hours of the day and night. Just the filthiest lyrics. And I didn't always get a verse right on a first take so I had to re-record a lot of verses until I got them perfect.

I had music to make, baby, this is a college town, Idgaf. I got a show to do. Over the course of two years, I recorded an EP and a full album. And, you know what? I don't regret it at all, would definitely sacrifice everyone else's peace to finish my music projects again (I still bang them shits like once a month).

It got to the point where I had to totally ignore the vibes I was getting from the neighbors and their subtle hints that my music was too loud, like they wouldn't come right out and say it so I would just remain willfully ignorant and just continue business as usual. There was a couple below me who would be fighting all the time with each other, like screaming at each other (one time the cops came and took the dude away) so Idk what came first, my music or their fighting, but I justified it like, "If they're gonna fight, I'm gonna make my music." One time I crossed paths with the guy in the hallway -- he was kind of muscular, looked a little bit like Henry Rollins but with longer, greasy-looking hair. Anyways, I tried being really nice and the vibes I got back from him were just the worst. But that guy beat his gf up probably (I mean, the cops took him away), so that guy can go to hell.

That couple moved out finally as I was finishing my last few tracks on my full-length (I still needed to find my single). Then some single mom moved in downstairs with a baby. She didn't put up with it so much. She would bang on her ceiling (my floor) with a broom because I was evidently waking up the baby with my raps.

Then she came upstairs and confronted me, standing there in my doorway, going on and on about something like I don't pay enough attn to the needs of the other tenants in the bldg or some shit (Idk, I wasn't really listening to her). Anyways, I apologized and took a break for a cpl days before I got back to it (the broomstick banging from below resumed). Me finishing the album coincided with graduating college, so I vacated the apt shortly thereafter and moved back to my hometown.

I don't record music at my current apt but I definitely used to blast it. Then I learned my lesson when one pretty passive guy with whom I shared a wall moved out (quite certain due to me playing music) and got replaced by a total nutjob.

This new guy was a coke head and would confront me point blank about my music, like wait outside my apt for me to come home and block my path up to my apt to force me to deal with him. Tensions escalated (I remember him banging pots and pans against the wall one day) and we would have these music wars where I would play my music then he would play really loud music on the other side of the same wall, then I would turn my music up and he would turn his up and so on and what have you.

But he was the kind of guy who was like "No Snitching" so I knew it would take a lot for him to complain to the landlord. He was also not very bright about being tactical. So one night, during the height of one of these "music wars", I turned my stereo of and just recorded him playing his music at level 10 with my phone. I got like two minutes of footage of him just blasting ICP (he was a juggalo).

So, when he did ultimately go to the landlord complaining about how loud my music is and she came to talk to me about it, I played her the video of "Magnets, How Do They Work?" shaking the picture frames on my wall for two straight minutes and he ended up getting thrown out the apartment (lol).

I still live at the same apartment but I did learn a valuable lesson and got wireless headphones after that guy. Now I'm the quietest neighbor of all time. I had a good run for years and got out the loud neighbor game before the loud neighbor game got me.

The last neighbor, however, got addicted to meth and is currently incarcerated.

[formula420]

About a decade ago i lived in an apartment. Got some neighbors upstairs and could always hear them argue. From what i could piece together, the came into a bit of money. They thought it was enough for the family to eat the rest of their lives, but after 8 or so months their money ran out.

[alien porkchop]

where i live we have side shows at the intersections all around me, including the corner i live on. they happen day and night. they may last 5 minutes, they may last over an hour. sometimes it is a few cars, sometimes it is 50. the screech of rubber skidding on asphalt usually starts off intermittent. then it turns into a steady constant pitch. impossible for me to sleep through, but at regular hours, it is basically white noise. if it is distracting me from whatever i am doing, i usually just go out and watch.

[somethingmustbreaknow]

i used to live above this permanently unemployed alcoholic lady a couple of years. she was really into music and would also constantly shove it down your throat how she is a misunderstood and underappreciated musicial genius just waiting for the breakthrough. whatever. she would constantly start signing, playing the piano or the guitar in the middle of the night, on weekdays, whatever. it would not matter which day or time. it was also so fucking loud that she could not hear the doorbell or super loud door knocking. when confronted the next day, she said she was so drunk and could not remember it and did not know the time. then next days same shit. she was then kicked out of the appartment because her new alcoholic boyfriend pissed of the landlord as his old car was constantly lacking oil in the parking lot and he wouldn't do shit about it to prevent this and/or clean the mess. damn, they were annoying.

[companguero]

I admit it. I was full on yelling at 2am when prod defended the fakie 540 flip.

[counter spell]

worst place i ever rented was a flat in my early 20s, small city, top floor of a 3 floor building with 5 other residences.

the lad on the middle floor was probably in his late 20s/early 30s and would smoke weed and play lloyd banks and boosie ALL DAY. i would leave for work before 7 and come home around 5 and the same playlist would be on.

the smell of the incense he would try to burn would just underscore the blatant fragrance of ganja and tobacco. i rarely saw him leave other than to buy food and drink, made me curious what he did for work - i mostly wanted to save up a 2 liter of fart wind from torturously spicy chicken tikka and inject it directly into his apartment as retribution.

[Jehoshaphat Augustus]

my neighbors next door are a sucker ass step dad and a baby mama with 3+ kids. When they bought the house, they took a "we bought a house" photo, throwing confetti that they didn't clean up afterwards.

The step dad works 4am - 3AM shifts to support this 'lady' who's job is full time laying on her back getting inseminated.

Saturdays must be custody days because 8 AM faithfully they are all outside screaming (cussing at 7-9 year olds)  and repeatedly slamming car doors like my home isn't 10 feet from theirs. They own 2 dogs and I've never seen them walk the dogs or even let them outside to shit/piss.

On trash days, they leave their receptacles at the curb until the evening of the following week, where they refill the trash bins and then again leave them at the curb until they are needed.

I secretly wish Chris benoit would break into their home and crippler crossface them out of my life, but I know that comes back on me x3

[Abyss1]

Damn the stories here bring up some old memories.  Don’t known if having a house or an apartment is better given what I’ve read too lol

Most of last problem neighbors lived at my old apartment complex near downtown San Jose.  I had a couple with a kid neighbor and one night this lady was screaming and sounded like beating up of her boyfriend…was super close to calling cops but someone else did. Dude moved out after like next day and never saw him again and she stayed for years. Never heard anything like that before and it tripped me out

During Covid someone moved in above me with a treadmill and they would go full speed with it.  Sounded like a stampede over my head. I mounted bass speakers to the ceiling and when they started to complain and said they would sue to evict me.  The property manager sided with me and they moved out like a month later

The last group that got me to move lived under me and keeping slamming doors and cabinets and it would shake my apartments walls violently. When I started doing the same the dude tried to come over and intimidate me, knocked like the police and when I opened the door he backed down when he realized how tall I was.  He reeked of alcohol, Said something like you should hang out and drink and smoke with us…I laughed in his face

[GnarAlarm]

Back when my fiance lived in an apartment, her upstairs neighbor's boyfriend used to play guitar for hours in the late afternoon/early evening.
He didn't crank it particularly loud, but he played what I can only describe as meditation music(??) - he'd just pluck like three notes in random intervals and let them ring out, like he was reading sheet music of a wind chime in a gentle intermittent breeze or some shit. Sometimes literally for 2+ hours straight. Non stop.
The biggest issue is I swear he set all his pedals and tone knobs for MAXIMUM LOW END RESONANCE so even at a modest volume it'd make the old windows buzz. It was extremely fucking annoying.
His girlfriend had a pottery wheel that made a sound like somebody was dribbling a 10lb bowling ball.
Their headboard would slam against the wall when they fucked and they never did anything about it.

They were the fucking worst and my girlfriend wouldn't let me confront them.

[TastyBurrito]

I once had a neighbor who would wake me up every (weekday) morning to the breakdown of Phil Collins - I can feel it coming in the air tonight. He'd beat the breakdown on the the cabinets, walls, whatever he could beat on I guess. Then he'd scream, "I can feel it coming in the air tonight". I'd understand it a lot more if he was headed out to the night shift.

What if they were just having sex?

[hello slap]

When I lived in Costa Mesa we lived next to an absolute turd who was constantly drunk and playing insanely loud music to the point it would shake our windows and glasses in our cabinets. You could tell what mood he was in by if he was playing DMX or Juice WRLD on that night. I heard him physically attack multiple female partners and roommates.

One of the worst parts was that he had a pretty sick mini ramp in his backyard but I despised him so much I never skated it and would drive to Mesa park to skate. I’m sure several posters on here have been there though and know the ramp and the dude I’m talking about.

Our new place is much quieter but we got a new neighbor and he played loud music once and as soon as I heard the bass through our walls I broke out in a cold sweat - new guy ended up being super nice though which is a blessing.

Did you call the cops on him?

[pugmaster]

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I once had a neighbor who would wake me up every (weekday) morning to the breakdown of Phil Collins - I can feel it coming in the air tonight. He'd beat the breakdown on the the cabinets, walls, whatever he could beat on I guess. Then he'd scream, "I can feel it coming in the air tonight". I'd understand it a lot more if he was headed out to the night shift.

[close]

What if they were just having sex?

For millions of Americans, achieving an orgasm is impossible without Phil Collins involved in some way, shape, or form.

[Tear Up a Trick]

Where I live it's every now and then a news story comes up about someone killing their neighbor over noise.

I try to live by

1) You shouldn't have to hear my music / noise
2) You shouldn't have to pick up my trash
3) You shouldn't have to smell my smoke

There are also tons of soundproofing options out there if you are handy or want to spend a little dough

[doomstation55]

I try not to be loud, but sex just isn't as good without the sounds of phil collins as high as they can go, which isn't very loud on my JBL Flip but I still feel guilty that maybe it's too loud. It's only ~45 seconds but still.

[ToySanta]

The only time I found it acceptable for a neighbor to play loud music was when Whitney Houston died and my downstairs neighbor was in mourning. Even then they kept it to reasonable hours. One song on loop, but I understood.

The last apartment my ex & I were in together had a family of four and a dog named Bruno. We never saw him. NEVER. And there was a massive yard out front of everyone’s door. Later two other neighbors got dogs and they’d be out playing, tore the grass to shit.

They were shitty dog owners because that dog wept for twelve plus hours when he was home alone. Pretty sure they locked him in a room upstairs. I was working overnight, so I’d sleep during the day. Anyway, we talked to the wife and she apologized right away but nothing changed.

Month later the dog was gone after so many complaints. Also SWAT broke down their door at dinner time; we grabbed the cat and hid in the stairwell. The husband went out a back door while the mom screamed at SWAT about kids being inside. Fucking hell. The parents would scream and fight and he was probably beating her but anyone trying to reach out she just brushed em off. He had a rap sheet and might’ve been a cheater. I remember hearing every word of their fight at three o’clock in the morning once. The sons were five and sixish.. they got left alone upstairs in a room a lot, people could tell. You’d hear sounds but no one would answer the door.

About a year went by and they got a new dog. A $5000 pitbull. The youngest let the price slip once and dad was pissssssed. That one we saw outside a lot. Same deal, though. Treated him like shit. He wept every time they left him home alone. I knew so many people that would’ve loved and taken such good care of that dog. If I weren’t in a relationship at the time and knew I wouldn’t get shot, Ida kidnapped him. I thought about it so fucking much for two years. They’d let his bags of poop pile up outside their front door behind a flower pot too.

The landlord never knocked on their door because she knew they had guns. She’d tape passive aggressive notes about neighborhood courtesy on everybody’s door as if we all didn’t know who it was about. Took three years I think but they eventually got evicted. I moved long before then, but the whole situation was absolute shit. Don’t know how they got away with everything, because they only signed a year long lease; crazy upsetting and frustrating and scary.