It's not unusual to hear music from other people in my apartment. There is a fair bit of reggae and a couple weekends ago there was an actual DJ spinning a mix of the 90s in someone's back yard for some sort of birthday party. I kind of liked the DJ, but besides that, they shut down by 10:30 and I was very happy with their awareness of community around them. I have no idea who they are, but I like them a lot. A lot of the reggae is old, Peter Tosh style and it's hard to argue with that.
Imagine my surprise when I just overheard loud techno music. Peering outside my apartment I can see a variety of people on yoga mats doing a swaying dancing thing that mostly resembles zombies on fast forward. Every once in a while the leader shouts out encouragements.
My first desire was to yell out, "Are You God-Damn Serious?!" but I restrained myself. My next urge was to dump water on them. Mostly, though, I want to yell at the group of mostly white people blasting techno and swaying, "You Are Not Making My Life Easier!". It's one thing to come into a neighborhood where you are a minority and try to be as friendly as possible and not be seen as a bad thing. This gets a lot harder to do, though, when groups of white people blast techno and sway as a fun Friday night activity.
I think it would be worth it for these (12?) people went to Launchpad and asked if they could have a class there.
I was going to take a nice video of these people but I didn't want to risk dropping my phone.
Oh. My. God. Someone just brought out a drum.