When Neighbors Screamo

I live in a relatively densely populated neighborhood with just feet between houses. The yards are small and even our garages are quite close. So as I sit on my back porch, I get to enjoy my neighbor's screamo garage band practicing just 20 yards from my face. 

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind screamo music. I had a friend get me hooked on Five Finger Death Punch and never looked back. Though I’m not an aficionado of the genre, I do enjoy the raw energy it has. 

But my neighbors are a screamo garage band. And yes, it’s as bad as it sounds.

First, why use amps on full in a garage? You’re right there. And so am I. 

Second, the neighbors don’t want to hear your bad music. I love that you have a garage band and can explore your creativity. But Aunt Edna next door hates your music, so why shove it in her face. After all, a cheap set of headphones or a nice layer of garage insulation would help keep her on your side. And buddy, you’re not getting any gigs with those skills—sorry!

Third, why haven’t they invited me? I can seriously scream out unintelligible cuss words as good as they can. I can play the tambourine and triangle. Truly, why haven’t they advertised their need for my talents? I’m free late at night when our blue-collar neighbors are trying to sleep. I’ll even pay for some garage insulation to keep Aunt Edna on our good side. Seriously guys, call me.

So, as I enjoy this beautiful day with a glass of wine and my dog sleeping at my feet, I sit blessed to know that creativity in my neck of the woods is alive and well. 

Guys, turn down the amp, have fun, and call me!