My downstairs neighbors are having some sort of free form jazz hippie reggae music jam. There's a guy who doesn't know how to play the bass, another stoner banging on the bongos and some reggae playing on the stereo. And it's LOUD. I don't mind loud music, but I'm not a big fan of the free-form reggae musical exploration that is going on down there. It's like the new version of Spinal Tap in the movie, but without the witty brits. I guess they might be getting me back for the too loud not hippie music that I listen to. Let's see how they like a little Too Fast for Love in the morning at full volume...