Loud Leonard and the Scotch Talking

I have no idea if the neighbour meant it when she said, "Aw, don't you worry about noise. I love those records. And that guitar, too."

It's a blessing, really. Though I wonder if I was still blessed at 2.46am last night when I put on Songs of Love and Hate as loud as it could go. The scotch talked me into it, I think.

I remembered that when I was living in Reykjavik, the local paper interviewed Sigur Ros. They said something along the lines of "When you listen to Leonard Cohen, it doesn't matter how loud it is... it always sounds quiet."