I’ve got new neighbours. I had a “mutually assured cacophony” arrangement with the last lot - they tolerated my subwoofer, I tolerated their teenage son mutilating The Verve on his electric guitar in the adjoining room. But I’m worried the newbies won’t be so accommodating of bass pressure.
When I was at university, I loathed one of my housemates so much - a treacherous, Big Beat playing dwarf - that one afternoon I plugged my Korg MS-10 into my hi-fi amp, positioned the speakers to fire down against the floor (as his room was below mine), set the oscillator to “throb” and went out for the night. What a pathetic, ineffectual dork I was. As far as revenge strategies go, it’s on about the same level as my detailed circuit plans (aged 12) to build a pocket laser with which to scorch the flesh of the briefcase-snatching bullies who lay in wait for me on the long walk home to the vicarage. Why didn’t I punish my housemate with something aggressive and direct? Something with shit, or meat? (A friend tells a story about one houseshare which turned so toxic that a raw steak was nailed to a bedroom door, and not in a friendly way). Anyway…I’ve ordered a copy of Sonic Warfare. I’m worried it’s going to be all fucking academic and I’ll end up alienated and bewildered by it, that I’ll no longer feel a deep fanboy affinity with Kode9 even though I own his exact fucking coat. I’ll let you know.