Sometimes I wish it were legal to whack people on the head with a hammer, like this morning when was woken at 6AM by loud techno music playing, apparently, in my bedroom.
This led to some momentary confusion. To start with, I don’t have a radio in my bedroom. On top of that, I don’t own any techno music and I never listen to it; in fact, it’s one of the very few music styles that I openly detest in its entirety.
Upon investigation it turned out the music was coming from the car of some early-morning fishermen. They weren’t actually parked right in front of our building, but a little way down the road at one of the favourite fishing spots. But through a neat trick of acoustics I can often sit in my fourth floor bedroom on the far side of the building and eavesdrop on conversations in that spot, so techno music blaring at full volume from customised car speakers quite thoroughly ruins any attempt at a Sunday morning lie-in.
If I were the confrontational type I could have gone down there and given the fishermen a piece of my mind, but I’m not the confrontational type (mostly cause I’m not big and intimidating and if it should come to fisticuffs I’m likely to wind up in the ER or floating face-down in the river) and while I do judge them to be younger than me, the age difference is not big enough that I can pull off a crotchety old man routine. Besides, if they don’t have the good manners not to play their music full-volume in front of someone else’s home at six in the morning they’re probably also not the type who respects their elders.
Cause this really is a case of manners. It’s about considering others. When it comes to something like music I strongly believe one should not inflict one’s own music on others. If we’re watching movies at home I sometimes even step outside the apartment if I think it’s a bit loud to make sure my neighbours can’t hear it. And if I’m in the mood for loud music? That’s why God gave us earphones. So when someone does something like this it really ticks me off.
But it also confuses me. The stretch of waterfront along which we live is the only park in our town. As long as you ignore the hobos, rubbish, people hooking up in their cars (well, most of the time they stay in their cars) and the occasional flood (though I like the floods – they wash away the sewage), it’s actually quite pleasant. It’s peaceful and it’s quiet and for just a moment you can forget you’re in the middle of a town.
So it confuses me if someone stops their car here and then listens to their music full-volume, destroying the tranquillity which draws most people here in the first place.
And most fishermen I know also do it more for the solitude than anything else – actually catching a fish is a bonus – and they tend to frown on people making noise and scaring the fish away (I’ve no idea if noise actually does scare the fish away, but that’s what my grandfather always said).
Anyway, now I’m up and wishing I had a very big hammer, or possibly a death ray. Occurrences like this might actually drive me to invent an EMP cannon I can use to fry any over-enthusiastic car sound system that ventures too close. Except I don’t know how to do that. The brother-in-law is an electronic engineer. I think I’ll ask him…
UPDATE: At 7AM the music abruptly stopped. If anything that only ticks me off more as it now feels their only intention was to wake up everyone in the building before buggering off. At least I now have the prospect of a peaceful afternoon nap (or possibly mid-morning nap – I’m flexible that way), unless some other idiot with an over-compensating sound system shows up.