Neighbors With Drums - Making Choices

"If you don't like what's happening in your life, changeto cast me in the role of victim. I don't like imagining
your mind."myself that way. So I think, well, what are my options
--The Dalai Lamahere, if I don't like what's happening? In this case, I
There's a new event in the neighborhood. Every daycame up with:
around 3:30 pm, a neighbor with a new drum set
begins practicing -- at full volume. The drummer must1. Do nothing and continue to complain.
be on his deck or screened porch, because there2. Change my thinking so that the event no longer
doesn't seem to be any buffer.bothers me.
Sometimes he practices with a background tape3. Go over to my neighbor's house and engage the
turned up as loudly as I imagine it can be. Theenergy; in other words, talk to the drummer and explain
combined effect is a bit like Jimi Hendrix on a very badthe impact of the sound on me and my work.
day and is hard to ignore, especially on warm days4. Call the police and report a neighborhood
when my windows are open. As I sit at my homedisturbance.
office computer, trying to compose sage advice, someI chose Option #2. The catalyst was the idea of
days I have to concentrate pretty hard."neighborhood." In neighborhoods there is noise. A
The music is so loud neighbors three blocks away cancouple of summers ago, my next-door neighbor took
hear it. On occasion I hear shouts of "Shut up!!" fromup the saxophone, and I could hear him practicing
nearby homeowners. And I've received emails fromscales and simple tunes. The sound wasn't always
others (Where is that drumming coming from? How dobeautiful, but there was something nice about it. It
you stand it?)made me feel part of the human family.
It's pretty interesting as a phenomenon. I mean doesWhat was the difference here? Different sound,
this person have any regard for the impact his practicedifferent volume, and different music created a very
is having on the rest of the neighborhood? Is he awaredifferent impact at first. But thinking about
and doing it anyway? Couldn't he practice in theneighborhood helped me change my attitude toward
basement? Does he enjoy being heard, like those carsthe event. Suddenly the outdoor drumming fanatic was
that go by with the bass so pumped that your ownnot an ogre. I felt kind of lucky to live in a neighborhood
car vibrates if you happen to be nearby?where people felt they could express their creative
At first I was outraged, amazed, and disconcerted.energy.
How rude! How inconsiderate! Does he think he's theNow when the drum sounds start rolling through the air,
only person on the planet? What if babies are sleepingI listen for a moment, smile to myself, and resume my
or people (like me!) are trying to concentrate?work. I'm still amazed, but I'm no longer outraged or
But as my anxiety and frustration increased, I askeddisconcerted. Funny how it no longer interrupts my
myself if there was something I was willing to do tofocus. Funny, and cool.
change things instead of just complaining, which tends