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February 01, 2005
From beneath you it devours
We have a new neighbor. She's been living in the apartment underneath ours for a few weeks now, so I'm not in a position to say much about her except what I can glean from leaning casually out the back door to listen in on her loud phone conversations. The only thing I really know for sure is that she loves, loves the movie Garden State. Actually, what she loves is the soundtrack.
She plays it loud and she plays it often. Once every evening, in fact, though the hour varies; her speakers are loud enough to make our floor, her roof, vibrate slightly. I've suggested to the Lad that we take her a new CD or two as a housewarming gift, but actually I can't bring myself to break the cycle. I want to see how it ends--how many more nights before she breaks this odd habit? I like Nick Drake and Coldplay as well as the next guy, but isn't she starting to yearn for a little Zap Mama or Aretha? All I can figure is that The Shins really did change her life. They certainly have changed mine.
Posted by didofoot at February 1, 2005 07:43 PM
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I mean, I love the soundtrack and all too, but it's just *so* three months ago for me.
Posted by: robyn at February 2, 2005 01:07 AM
Isn't the old man protecting you from this crap? Not Gene, I mean the old man old man. You know.
Posted by: Dianna at February 2, 2005 09:41 AM
nooooooo! why must you mention him?! ahhh, the horror! ('creak, creak' goes the rocking chair).
Posted by: michele at February 2, 2005 10:17 AM
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