The College Aucoustic Guitar.

You know the one I mean. The horrifyingly stereotypical strumming rhythms, making that gratingly painful squealing noise every time the guitarist moves his fingers (and yes, it's ALWAYS a man), songs that go nowhere, oh-so-softly spoken lyrics about :daisy: that I never what to hear about, let alone hear SUNG, and to top it all off, the guy who's doing it all usually just sucks in general.

And my neighbor, whom until now I had respect for, won't stop playing it.

God, please, cast down your thunderbolts and make it stop. ~:mecry:

And yeah, I know this isn't usual backroom material, but it seemed to angry to post in the frontroom.

Edit: I've decided to blast old acoustic country blues every time he starts that :daisy: up. That should teach him a lesson, one way or another.

Go have another drink, everything will be good.

I believe the obvious solution is to play your own music louder.

Just thinking of those pretentious :daisy:'s and their damn guitars and their :daisy: stupid songs about overly idealistic dreams of how the world should be just makes me want to beat someone to death. Preferably one of those fools.

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Originally Posted by Mikeus Caesar

Just thinking of those pretentious :daisy:'s and their damn guitars and their :daisy: stupid songs about overly idealistic dreams of how the world should be.

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What do you have against punk?

I know it's difficult to tolerate this phase in your friend's learning curve, but that is how many of us start to get when we are in that intermediate stage of playing. My poetically minded, somewhat mediocre talented son, with delusions of singer/songwriter grandeur has been going through a similar episode. I try to encourage him when he does actually produce something even remotely good, but I am not above some tactful, honest criticism when he gets on my last nerve. I found that he makes an effort to play a little better, and will often seek some privacy when he is learning something new. Thus he avoids the withering moral rebukes of a guitar playing father's kind suggestions.

Your situation is a bit different, as you feel no responsibility to see your neighbor improve. I feel for you man.:thrasher:

Thanks, Rotor. And Mikeus.

Right now I'm blasting some of the funkiest funk I ever heard. And I don't think he's even playing anymore. I just need to drive his abominable guitar from my mind.

This scene might make you feel better ...

Music.

Why one type or technique is loved or hated.

Frontroom stuff, and awaaaaaaaaaaaay. :)

Sorry for the 'Aucoustic' (sic).

:snobby: Hrumph... I thought it was angry enough for the backroom.

@Lemur: I love that scene.

Good thing he doesn't have an electric, and a microphone then.