I’m a free-spirited 50-something guy finally pursuing my teenage dream of being a professional country and western singer.
As I’m still at the stage where I’m not getting very many gigs, I spend a lot of my spare time during the day in my inner city studio apartment, shredding on my brand new Gibson guitar (paid for with my divorce settlement – thanks Honey).
The problem is, the young guy in the flat next door keeps complaining about the noise. He doesn’t seem to understand that, like any dedicated musician, I have to spend many hours practising and practising if I’m ever going to get to the stage of really moving people whenever I sing live, which is my ultimate ambition.
I keep the windows closed whenever I sing at home and the walls are thick and solid, so I reckon he’s just being difficult because he hates his own life. What can I do?
Dear Guitar, Interrupted,
Yeehah! That’s one hell of a big, twangy mid life crisis you’re having there, mister. Or should that be “pard-ner”?
Personally, I believe that it’s no-one else’s business but yours what you do with your instrument in the privacy of your own home. Maybe your ornery neighbour really does need to get a life, as you’ve already suggested.
But there are other ways of getting in that much-needed practice without having someone pounding on your door every ten minutes. In other words, don’t abandon your dreams, but instead take a practical approach. You want to move people? Take your big shiny Gibson out onto a busy street corner and start some public shredding there. And watch people move.
Hope this helps
With Kind Regards,