Monday, April 28, 2003
this house has some wierd ass acoustics. the bass that matts sub puts out reverberates through my walls like a tin can. we have both commented on the fact that the bass is louder in my room than it is in his when he has his music on. i don't think it works anywhere else in this little duplex thing, because you can barely hear it all in the bathroom or living room. i always get paranoid that the next door neighbor is going to complain, but i don't think he gets any of the sound because he hasn't complained. i mean, except for the first night, when matt didn't realize how loud he actually played his music downstairs underground at the other house without anyone hearing. god i miss having music that loud down there. we'd get stoned and throw on whatever the fuck we wanted and just CRANK it. we'd all end up just freaking out and falling over on the crazy futon matress in the middle of his floor. sometimes you just need loud ass music. it takes over your body. this whole music thing here is just so wierd, you know? i don't have a problem with it, because whenever he is listening to music i am listening and enjoying too. my speakers (which are the same kind as his) can't override the bass that his speakers put out. it is borderline hilarious, when you think about it. i just don't understand. i'm sure there is some obvious explaination for it, like the positioning of the sub in his closet finds a perfect central point to bounce the sound around at just the right level that it transmits straight to my room.
it is one of those things about this house that i just kind of love, because its funny. like every damn time someone hits their head on the window sill. like smoking in the bathroom with the shower on. like the heater that just turns on randomly, even though it should be off. like how the same heater will actually turn on more sometimes when you turn the handle down. like the concrete closet we have in the corner that is really the front door, but is now blocked off by the old futon matress matt used to have in his room. it all works so well. everything here either has a purpose, or doesn't detract enough to do something about. humor value everywhere. like the monkeys and their sign. the christina picture above our tv. this place was a great find.
it is one of those things about this house that i just kind of love, because its funny. like every damn time someone hits their head on the window sill. like smoking in the bathroom with the shower on. like the heater that just turns on randomly, even though it should be off. like how the same heater will actually turn on more sometimes when you turn the handle down. like the concrete closet we have in the corner that is really the front door, but is now blocked off by the old futon matress matt used to have in his room. it all works so well. everything here either has a purpose, or doesn't detract enough to do something about. humor value everywhere. like the monkeys and their sign. the christina picture above our tv. this place was a great find.
