You're totally justified. This is the polar-opposite to my thread I posted a month or so ago about my neighbour complaining in the middle of the day about a stereo not breaking 70 dB in my own living room.
Edit: Get out a video camera with a good audio pickup so it can hear the music coming from upstairs. Film yourself flipping the breaker and the music going dead. Ensure you keep the film rolling as the people upstairs realise what has happened so you can capture the magic of their reaction. Post it on CP.
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Typical dumb take.
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Get out a video camera with a good audio pickup so it can hear the music coming from upstairs. Film yourself flipping the breaker and the music going dead. Ensure you keep the film rolling as the people upstairs realise what has happened so you can capture the magic of their reaction. Post it on CP.
You're entirely justified, but I always believe that every effort should be made to deal directly with the person rather than calling the cops or bylaw. Then, if your case has been made and they continue.....eff 'em.
The breaker is a great idea. May even give them a brief scare that they've wrecked something. Either way, leaves them no choice but to deal with you.
My sympathies - we have had loud neighbours in a couple of different places and it is a frustrating thing to have to deal with. I would immediately notify your landlord then follow up with some of the other suggestions in this thread.
1. Breaker (if accessible) at 11pm
2. Police
3. Landlord with a note that you expect your rent for the current month to be waived, as you did not have "quiet enjoyment" contrary to the lease/common-law.
I just remembered back in University one of the lecture theatres had controls for the lights in a booth at the back. We had one prof who had real difficulties operating the lights and would flick switches and turn knobs until eventually we'd turn them on from the back, and he'd think he got them and look quite pleased.
Which got me thinking...
If you hear them come home, rush to the breaker. As soon as the music comes on, kill the breaker, then turn it back on 10 seconds later. Hopefully it's a modern stereo, and it will be off when the power comes back on.
Keep repeating this. Every time they try turn the music on again, immediately kill the power for a few seconds. They'll think the stereo is causing some huge problems and hopefully eventually give up.
Stories like this are important as an incentive for driving individual home ownership and helping the economy.
Its why I saved hard to get a downpayment and vowed never to rent again. Now my nearest neighbour is about a hundred yards away on the other side of my mini-forest.
I sympathize and hope you rat these inconsiderate people out.
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After my last post and another night of unrelenting BS, I packed up and stayed at my parents house, much to their delight. (Okay, they're out of town too but STILL. They're in Springbank and I'm downtown, a mere 10 minutes walking distance from work/"everything".) Still not wanting to call the cops, I called my boyfriend, who's also been out of town (yes, I'm starting to get the hint), and waxed on and on about... this. Meanwhile he's thinking, "One of them has to shut up, and at least Beaverho puts out."
So home he came, and camped out like a poacher on his prey, with his buddies and beer and waited for Shamu to emerge.
And that's about as exciting as the story gets.
Turns out it's a bunch of 17-18 year old boys (quelle surprise!) who knew the music was too loud but "meh" and shrugged a little 18 year old shrug. Me pummeling my tiny fists on the door? Didn't hear it. Me ringing the doorbell? Didn't hear it. Me wanting to ####ing sock your nose? Didn't get to say/do it. I digress. They have their "man talk" and pound chests and everyone's all happy.
Two days later and yes, after the departure of boyfriend, same story.
After a night out, a couple girlfriends stay with me. You know, for pillow fights and makeout sessions. And sure enough, an inexplicable and way less fun MaliBoom Boom commercial comes on over us. Enough was enough. Armed with our flashlights (read: the glow of our cellphones), we head to this "breaker" and flipped it.
Haven't had a problem since.
Moral of the story: If you want to get something done, consult CP and do it yourself.
Thank you all for your input. Please stay tuned for my next thread: "So... I flipped the breaker and now the satellite doesn't work." Or "My car's been vandalized and I think I know who..."
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