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Tuesday, July 05, 2005
I'm currently enjoying some bad childhood memories courtesy of the virtually and thankfully nearly extinct Canadian band Moist. It was not my choice to begin this brutal exploration of my early teen years, but my neighbour's, whose love of bad radio is unparalleled by the citizens of modern democratic nations. I expect that somewhere between Krushchev and Gorbachev, there were some comrades whose enthusiasm for bad North American radio was bigger, but that could only have been because of extreme scarcity.
I would now like to address my neighbour directly:
Dear Obnoxious and Hopelessly Tasteless Jerk Off,
What exactly could be the purpose of playing your radio outside on your patio? Do you not realise that your extreme bad taste in music and radio stations has forced the rest of us to remain inside our apartments with the windows closed? Are you just a fucking asshole, or are you just that stupid? Do you realise that this means war and I'm going to throw things at your window tonight while you sleep? Do you not own any real albums or are you just so aware of your tasteless suckiness that you're too afraid to play them?
I'm coming for you, so don't even try to hide.
Yours truly and sincerely,
CD
If you've ever had to endure the selfish noise of a neighbour, I implore you, today is the day we strike. Just say no to selfish noise makers--do whatever it takes. People who think their lives are more important and therefore require more freedom of sound need to be stopped. I can't even express how much this asinine attitude irks me. I'm forming a coalition. We will create banners for display in the public areas of apartment buildings and consequences for those who disobey our requests. Now, we just need a name...
One last note of interest--while searching for "Moist", I found this.
I would now like to address my neighbour directly:
Dear Obnoxious and Hopelessly Tasteless Jerk Off,
What exactly could be the purpose of playing your radio outside on your patio? Do you not realise that your extreme bad taste in music and radio stations has forced the rest of us to remain inside our apartments with the windows closed? Are you just a fucking asshole, or are you just that stupid? Do you realise that this means war and I'm going to throw things at your window tonight while you sleep? Do you not own any real albums or are you just so aware of your tasteless suckiness that you're too afraid to play them?
I'm coming for you, so don't even try to hide.
Yours truly and sincerely,
CD
If you've ever had to endure the selfish noise of a neighbour, I implore you, today is the day we strike. Just say no to selfish noise makers--do whatever it takes. People who think their lives are more important and therefore require more freedom of sound need to be stopped. I can't even express how much this asinine attitude irks me. I'm forming a coalition. We will create banners for display in the public areas of apartment buildings and consequences for those who disobey our requests. Now, we just need a name...
One last note of interest--while searching for "Moist", I found this.
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