Why is it that the more crap the music, the louder my neighbours insist on playing it? You never hear anybody from next door playing “The Queen is Dead” at 2 in the morning, or some Belle and Sebastian bellowing out of an open window. And the people that drive by with the thumping bass – what are the odds they are spinning a little Tom Waits or Nick Drake?
No, if the music is loud – and I mean LOUD – it always fits into one of the following categories:
– Bottom-of-the-barrell world / folk music (usually something South-America inspired)
– Hip-hop of the shit commercial sort
– Unberable old-man-rock-and-roll (Santana and the like)
And for those gentlemen with their 5MW car steroes, I would suggest a bit of Europe, or some more of the shit hip-hop mentioned above, or even a lump of puke-inducing German techno-pop.
Not that I have anything against South-American music (not much, anyway) – except for those fantastically dire guys dressed us an American Indians who hang out on the streets of Stockholm and play brain-numbing new-age bollox with amplified pan-pipes and backing tapes, along with dry-ice smoke for ambiance. When I see those guys, I get suddenly religious, and hope with all my might that there is a hell, and that they go there and I do not. Well actually, I don’t care which afterlife direction I take – up or down – so long as there are no pan-pipes there. And please, PLEASE – no Eminem.