In which there is much noise

I am engaged in stereo wars today.  We have a new neighbor, who seems like a nice guy.  He is an audio technician. . .which means I may have a new ally with my ongoing battle with my turntable. (I really, really, want to be able to listen to my vinyl again).

But he also has a big BIG stereo system.  And I think he produces his own music. In his apartment.  At different hours of the day.  His stereo seems to have only two settings:  loud/shake the walls, and very loud/shake the walls.  On the good side, he does not play his stereo late at night.  And his taste in music is pretty good.  On the not-so-good side, I get tired of listening to his music, where I can hear all the lyrics very clearly, through the walls, while I'm trying to watch television.

So today I am engaged in being immature, by turning up my own stereo louder than usual.  It is ultimately doomed to failure, because it is almost certain that he has the more powerful system.

I know.  I really need to just go talk to the guy, connect on our shared love of music, and see if there is a way for him to turn it down.  At the moment though, this is more fun.  Heh.