A little gaggle of 13 year old boys who live across the street from me have formed a garage band. Every afternoon when I come home, they have their garage door open and are practicing. The bass player, with his amp cranked up to 11, is trying to learn the bass hook from Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man.” He’s making no progress whatsoever.
This is what must be endured.
At least he’s not squeaking away on a Meg into a mic and amp and butchering the Kesh Jig at 130 decibels! There’s always something worse to endure! 
Party at Dale’s!!!
Bring every piper and bodhran player you know!!!
I’ll even bring my friend that plays hurdy gurdy!!!
And everyone that has a sound system, bring that, too!!!
CRANK IT UP!!! 
I WAS that bass player in 1976!
go over there and jam with them, i think whistle and rock go great together.
Is it worse than an alley full of kids playing basket ball while the dog next door barks at them like its got a tightening wire wrapped around its testicals?
If not whistle, then play wash basin tub bass with a resin Certa broom handle and show 'em how it’s really done!
So does Sinéad O’Connor. 
Perhaps, but I have to wonder just what she really knows about Rock.
Well, I’ve heard that if she knows you have some rock in your possession she’ll turn you in…
Five words: The Lion and The Cobra
Five more words… plus one :
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.
I was shopping today at a supermarket here in Indianapolis. To my surprise I saw a lady with her son standing in the dairy aisle, and the kid was bouncing his basketball up and down on the tile floor. I almost told the lady that it might be a good idea if the kid left the basketball in the car while they were shopping and that I just wanted to buy my lowfat yogurt in peace without having to listen to the bounce, bounce, bounce, ad infinitum. In other parts of the same store I saw that a horde of kids had descended on the bicycle department and were riding them around the store. I thought to myself, “Let me out of here!”
Which is why I should never be allowed to carry a concealed weapon. If I wear on my hip they at least get a running start.
Mark
Heck, I’ll bring over our entire pipe band.
When we were teenagers, and were left home alone, my brother would drag an amp outback , facing the mountain and turn it wide open. We lived on a farm in a big valley. That wooded mountain behind our house was like a soundboard. On the other side of the mountain was another valley. Folks over there could hear Edward playing, and we are talking quiet a few miles away. The good thing was that he could play.
Oh, dear! Dale . . . is it possible they’ve already heard you play?
Don’t go home without them.
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This should not be endured, but encouraged! It’s how I started playing (although it was Master Of Puppets by Metallica in my friend’s garage) in bands.
They are the future of metal \m/
Dale-- go tell them you think they’re really good, and that you want to go as a groupie when they go on tour. If an old fossil like you LIKES them they’ll figger they must suck and quit…
… but pack your bags… just in case this idea backfires.