Monday, March 19, 2007

A Case of the Mondays...

Woof.

Monday is over.

There are horrible, yet earnest, noises coming from the apartment above us. No, you dirty bloggers! It's not sex - it's music, apparently. Our upstairs neighbors (a youngish mid- to late 20s couple) fancy themselves to be talented in that arena. We share a ventilation system with the apartment above (it's all part of the same old house) and so we hear very clearly sometimes what's going on upstairs. And tonight the guy is up there playing his little acoustic guitar like he's sold his soul to Beelzebub. Except he can't sing. Really, he's bad - but he tries to make up for it by singing loudly. And then his girlfriend will join in and they will sing lovely ballads together and they both stink. The thing is, they're both extremely nice people and they never do this past a certain time of night - but I just happened to be cuddled up in bed (right underneath their "music room") reading the book I'm teaching on Wednesday and so I got to hear the concert. All I could do was giggle under the covers...

On tonight's playlist, it seems to be a tribute to Grunge music - there's lots of Nirvana and Soundgarden floating down from above. It strikes me that they were both in middle school and highschool in the early to mid-90s, so this would have been the soundtrack of their just barely post-pubescent lives. And as we all know - that is powerful mo-jo! I still can't hear Alphaville without getting all nostalgic.

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2 Comments:

At 12:22 PM, Blogger squadratomagico said...

Sex noises would be much better.

 
At 2:49 PM, Blogger medieval woman said...

I know! Instead it was like having a really bad flashback of my "hanging out in flannel in a coffehouse" days...

 

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