More Shite Music Played Loud

A few years back I made this observation:

The volume of the music being played by a neighbour is inversely proportional to the quality of the music.

I went on to say:

I am convinced that those who play music stupidly loud in apartments or houses are those who fail to get positive attention by the normal method of not being a complete prick.

Little has occurred in the time since I wrote these words to give me cause to change my mind.

I am currently sitting on my balcony in Thailand having to put up with blaring music from the block opposite.  The occupants of the apartment appear to be two men in their late 50s, lily-white, unfit, bald, and sporting recent tattoos and some swarthy chap with hair down to his arse who looks to be in his 40s but thinks he’s still in his 20s.  I’m not sure what nationality these twats are, but I’d put a strong bet on their being American or British.  Each has a Thai hooker girlfriend in tow, and it is probably for their benefit that the music is being played.  And sure enough, the music is utter shite: commercial house from about 15 years ago.  Stuff like Encore Une Fois and a remix of The Key, the Secret.  We were all listening to this stuff during my second year in university, and we knew it was naff then but at least it was current.  Now we have blokes old enough to be my dad – who would have been past 40 when it was fresh – playing it off balconies in Thailand.  I mean, don’t they have any Rolling Stones CDs?

Like I said, I’m sure this is all done for the benefit of  the women they have lolling about the apartment, who regularly get blind drunk and scream the place down.  It smacks of a desperate attempt to appear young, or at least cool, to girls who really couldn’t give a shit who or what you are so long as you’re dispensing ready cash.

I’ve quoted Stephen Leather’s Private Dancer in a previous post, and I could have quoted a lot more:

I’ve never yet met a sex tourist who I’ve found the least bit entertaining or interesting…sex tourists in the main are men who would find it difficult to get a half decent girl back in their home towns.  You think that just because you’ve sat in the economy section of a long-haul flight for a day that you’ve suddenly become a fascinating person? Think again.

Words which would be lost on these dickheads living opposite me, I’m sure.

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3 Responses to More Shite Music Played Loud

  1. Jon says:

    Fair point. I’m not naming any names, but some of the shite that was played at maximum volume by unsuccessful lotharios returning to Halls on their own – again – at 3am was staggering.

    Nice blog BTW. Been meaning to comment before, but I’m often useless. I was in oil for 15 years – trading mostly, a bit on the refineries. Your experiences (well, some of them) sound not unfamiliar!

  2. Alisa says:

    You and that other guy are being unfair. It’s not these guys’ fault that they are unattractive and uninteresting. If going to Thailand and helping some poor girls make a living is what it takes to make them feel better about themselves – well, nobody’s perfect…

    Now that said, I do agree with your main point: shite music played loudly is a major offense! When I play my music loudly, I always make sure that it’s the best quality music out there…:-)

  3. Tim Newman says:

    Jon,

    Thanks…I came across your blog recently when you linked to your experiences in Russia over at No Good Boyos…I read those posts with considerable interest, fascinating stuff. It may also interest you that within 2 years I am likely to be living in France.

    Alisa,

    I don’t judge them on their unattractiveness and uninteresting-ness…what I, and think the author, take issue with is that these people turn up here and act as if they are something they clearly are not. Fine, act however you want in the company of women of your choosing, but don’t expect the rest of us to believe the act. Unfortunately, many of them do.

    I’m glad you ensure your neighbours are woken by decent music. :) For my part, I may be being a bit hypocritical…most music played loudly out of my apartment is me playing the guitar and attempting to sing!

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