A couple of weeks ago, I received an email from the property managers I rent my flat through. The people in the flat below me had complained about the loudness of the music I play.
I responded, suitably chastised and apologetic, but surprised, noting that I hadn’t been playing banging house music, or hardcore thrash – the staple diet of the complaint encourager – but my Late Night Stargazing playlist, which, dear reader I’m sure you’ll agree, is almost exclusively quiet, reflective, beautiful stuff.
Like this: Orbital by another name:
Why would anyone complain about having tunes like that filter into their homes?/Suck on that, downstairs neighbours (Delete as applicable)