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Cathryn (formerly catslash) ([personal profile] remindmeofthe) wrote2007-06-28 06:35 pm
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Oh holy Christ the kids next door have discovered the joys of taking really loud, tuneless blasts on their recorders. Outside. On a hot sticky day when everyone without AC has the windows wide open. SEND HELP. Or considerate parents.

EDIT: Oh, NEVERMIND. I had to close my window anyway, because my room was filling up with the SMOKE FROM THEIR BARBEQUE.

I am not blaming the neighbors for this, because that has never happened before. But - what the hell?

Of course, the recorders are still crystal clear. I sincerely apologize to any and all neighbors who lived nearby when I was going through my recorder phase as a child.

[identity profile] ayrdaomei.livejournal.com 2007-06-29 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
they can't at least TRY to play songs?

lol. Maybe they are, and they're just really, really bad.

[identity profile] remindmeofthe.livejournal.com 2007-06-29 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh no. I don't know how familiar you are with the recorder, but one can definitely tell the difference between a child laboriously attempting to play a real song (usually "Hot Cross Buns") and a child just gleefully making NOISE.

I would also like to state for the record (heh) that a recorder in the hands of a musician who knows what she is doing sounds really good. It's not just a child's device of torture.

[identity profile] twoseamfastball.livejournal.com 2007-06-29 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, I remember my recorder phase... it involved a lot of honking.

And comfort yourself by imagining how terrible their cookout must be if they're charring stuff so badly that it's smoking that much...

[identity profile] remindmeofthe.livejournal.com 2007-06-29 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yeah. My favorite thing, and later my sister's favorite thing (she is five years my junior), was to bloow really, really hard without covering any holes, to make that piercing screech. You know which one I'm talking about. I was amazed in my later years to meet a friend who knows how to play the recorder. I'd always thought it was something you gave up on by the age of twelve, but nope, it is a real instrument, and it can sound very good.

That smoke thing really was weird. They cook out plenty and it's never happened before. It must have been a combination of the wind blowing in just the right direction and the humidity making the smoke heavier, or something. It only lasted for a minute, so it must have been when they'd just lit the charcoal or something. It was so bizarre to look up and see smoke billowing in through my window.