Best excuse for playing loud music?

Jea48, no, not really, but sometimes is good enough.

My best friend's mother claimed that listening on headphones would lead to marijuana use. So he bought her the LP "Who's Next" for Christmas, and we listened to it as loud as possible in order to quell her worries that we might be slipping into dubious (pun intended) activity.

When she asked, "What is teenage wasteland?" we just shrugged, and said, "We have no idea," and turned the music louder.

I am very fortunate in that all my nieghbors are extremely tolerant of loud music. They are more apt to take offense to the recording, given it is one they dislike and I have played too often for their comfort...like, just once! Something gruesome, say, like Bing Crosby singing Christmas songs.Ella Fitzgerald singing beatles songs. I like it.

agreed Tim. just ask 120dB-Harry Pearson, LOL!

A few years ago, before I married and bought a house, I lived in an apartment. My neighbors above me were nice people--very quiet and decent. Then they moved out. In moved another couple. They were pretty quiet, too--except when they were copulating, which seemed to happen more regularly than a Seinfeld rerun. And they moved all over the house during their throes--which made escaping the noise all the more difficult. And, man, could they get LOUD. The chick made Maria Callas look like Marianne Faithfull--she could hit some serious peaks. In an attempt to flee this carnal assault, I would crank my stereo--at the time a Tact Millennium, Accustic Arts transport, and pair of Dunlavy Cantatas--which would inevitably piss off the blue-haired spinster next door. I resorted to my old Stax headphones, until they broke and had to be sent back to the factory. It was then that I faced my darkest days: an hour or two of tantric love mewling per day, EVERY day, for the next two months. Caught like a rat, between Pam and Tommy above me and a cane-wielding old battleax beside me. Finally, after about two months, the sonic love barrage stopped--just like that. I later found out that the couple broke up and the chick moved out. Without his little love bunny, the guy shut up and went back to being a relatively normal neighbor. Oh, and the spinster moved out too--leaving me and my stereo to enjoy many high-decibel nights in peace. Until the next couple moved in. But that's a story for another day. :)