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posted May 26, 2005 by Mike Fisher

He recently decided to be a drummer.

Then he outfitted their garage as a practice studio. And by outfitted, I mean "changed in name only", meaning no added acoustic treatment. So I started hearing these bizarre drum-oriented noises at odd hours of the day. I'd like to call it "playing", but honestly that word doesn't apply, at least not with his current level of experience. Not super-loud, mind you - houses around here aren't on top of each other. But loud enough to hear clearly if I'm indoors.

Then, I guess, he started a band with his buddies.

Now, I realize that every band has to start somewhere. Everyone sucks when they first start out, and many suck long after. So I don't mean to be critical out of proportion to the situation. But this band would like to learn to play "Come Together". So they play it. And play it. And playitandplayitandplayitandplayitandplayitandplayitandplayit.

And play it.

The problem is, so far at least, they can't play it. The guitarist is probably the closest to understanding how the song should go. Everyone else sounds like, to borrow a phrase I heard recently, monkeys trying to fuck a football.

I tend to be a little more sensitive to annoying, repetitive noises than the average person.

I suppose the good news here is that if I'm making any noise at all myself, I can't hear them. So I guess I need to spend more time making ye olde studio monitors move some air, instead of collecting dust.