Wednesday, May 18, 2011

A Piano That's Destructive


Next door to me in my apartment complex lives an older man who lives with a woman who looks much younger than him who I believe her to be his wife. Everyday around early afternoon until about dusk, children walk past my apartment to take piano lessons from the older man's wife.

As soon as the children walk in the door, I can hear classical songs being learned from every room in my apartment. At first, I was like, "Shut uppppppp!" but then I grew to pay no mind to it. On the contrary for the older man, I don't think he's ever gotten over it.

From what I see, he walks out of his apartment about twenty times a day, and chain smokes his life away. If I come home from wherever I was, there's a good chance he's outside smoking a cigarette. As an older man, maybe the sound is too unbearable.

He hears the same songs being taught by his wife, and this has to drive him crazy. It's not a mutual business relationship like a husband/wife duo where they're known as the "Piano Teaching Spouses," and enjoy the love of music teaching; that has to be far from the truth.

Heck, a few times I've seen him downstairs in his car, reading the newspaper. Yeah, reading the newspaper in his car! I know the thought, "I've gotta get away!!" was running through his head. Listening to something so repetitive like piano lessons can be destructive to one's ears.

But it's the same thing as the radio stations playing songs so repetitively. Throughout one hour, you'll hear the same song so much that you'll start to turn to another radio station. Then that station will be playing songs repetitively that all stations begin to kill your favorite songs.

So stick to the iPod connector, and I'll probably buy some ear muffs for my homeboy next door.


Flushing the toilet,

Loa

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