I live in a quiet building, on a quiet street.
I’ve lived here for over five years. I don’t make trouble, and I don’t know many of my neighbors. LA, go figure.
This is a rent control building, so people generally stay here a while since the rent is pretty stable. There’s the usual assortment of hipsters, hott chix, and cranks.
And we all just sort of exist. No one has ever had a complaint about me until last night.
Last night I became the noisy neighbor.
I was watching the epic movie, the sound mixer’s dream — Annie Hall. That’s right. The movie with no shouting, no musical score, no gun fights.
At 1:30AM I get a pretty agressive knock on my door. I wasn’t expecting company so I asked through the door who was there.
It was my neighbor from downstairs. He asked me to turn down the TV. Which I did. But I was only sitting a few feet away from the set. I wasn’t cranking the volume to get full effect, I mean it’s Annie Hall, neurosis doesn’t get any better if it’s louder.
But that knock made me recontextualize my entire non-existant relationship with my downstairs neighbor.
How long has this feud been building up in his mind? I mean I feel for the guy. I’m a big lumbering fellow. I must sound like a rhino fight going on up here when I walk around.
Was Annie Hall the last straw in a long line of seeming minor noise violations?
Now I’m totally second guessing every decision regarding sound. I always try to keep it low, do I now have to keep it even lower?
How does everyone else deal with these sorts of situations?