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From: andrew@grkermi.UUCP (Andrew W. Rogers)
Newsgroups: net.flame
Subject: Re: Stereo Bombardment: Message from th
Message-ID: <628@grkermi.UUCP>
Date: Mon, 23-Sep-85 14:23:44 EDT
Article-I.D.: grkermi.628
Posted: Mon Sep 23 14:23:44 1985
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Reply-To: andrew@grkermi.UUCP (Andrew W. Rogers)
Organization: GenRad, Inc., Concord, Mass.
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>Has anybody developed an effective method of "reverse harassment" to
>deal with those airheads who infest apartments and who enjoy letting
>everyone within earshot have the benefit of their stereos?  

Where's their fusebox?  If it's inside their apartment, you're out of
luck, but if it's in some centrally-located area...

>I do NOT want to call the police... I get no support from my other 
>neighbors... so, any suggestions (aside from murder)?

I had the same problem a couple of years ago at the Beacon Village (gag)
complex in Burlington, MA.  The people directly under me blasted their
stereo at all sorts of weird hours, yet they wouldn't even answer the
door when I went to talk to them.  (The subthumpers I own now might have
gotten the message across.  I live about a mile from an Air Force base,
and they tell me to turn 'em down so they can hear the planes take off. :-) )

I was toying with the idea of buying an orphaned speaker from Radio Shuck,
drilling a hole for an eyebolt, and lowering it out my window on a chain.
Thought I'd blast 'em with a parrot training record, or perhaps my old
"Teach Yourself Russian" LPs... or maybe just hook up my Micro-Moog and
set it to "School of Squid Achieving Mutual Orgasm".  (Denouement: they
moved out before I worked up the nerve to do it.)

Back in college, though, my room was next to the RA's.  He would crank
up his stereo whenever he was porking his girlfriend - she was quite a 
moaner and I could hear her quite clearly despite the attempt at masking
the noise.  I put up with it for a while (more fun than Dr. Ruth!) but 
finally got fed up enough to head out to Radio Shaft and pick up an FM
wireless microphone, which I tuned to the appropriate station and held
on my side of the wall, just opposite his receiver.  "WDIL-FM interrupts
its regularly scheduled programming to present this important message:
A. C., LBH FHPX QVPX!"  He barged in about 30 seconds later in his u-trou
(inside-out) and demanded to know what I had done *to his speakers!*
"Whooooo, meeeee?"  Never happened again, though!

AWR


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