Ugh.
Be it resolved: Rock Band, Guitar Hero World Tour, et al. is the worst thing to happen to apartment living in the last year or so.
My neighbor has splashed out for a full band kit with mics, guitars and drums. I’m cool with that except for the singing part. The singing carries bleeds into the hallways through the doors. So right now, I can tell you that dude has got his girlfriend over, they’re playing together and she is putting an unbearable vocal chokehold on Silent Night.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for good times… but this isn’t Karaoke. There’s no redeeming qualities about hearing some tone deaf, sauced, try-hard wail it out in a living room on a Tuesday night.
