I used to live in an apartment in Ann Arbor and my next door neighbors were this really old couple who had their 30-something son living with them. I constantly smelled pot whenever I walked by their door or opened my patio... and I think it was the old people, not the son. Oh and the best part is this son, who was at least 35, had a beautiful, brand new black Monte Carlo all tricked out with booming sound system.
Yeah buddy! Go pick up a hot date and bring her back to your parent's apartment for some good lovin'!!!
Anyway, I had a Hammond organ with a 31H Leslie. This is the model that is about 5 feet tall (much bigger than the ones Jimmy Smith uses on the road, for example) and produces an enormous amount of low end. I had in right against the wall that was their living room wall. I used to practice during the afternoons and the old dude would come over and bitch and me and say he couldn't hear his TV. I told him to fuck off... it was 2 in the afternoon.
I really wanted to get up one Sunday morning at about 7am and take them to church. You know, play some nasty gospel on that organ at top volume. But the apartment flooded and we moved out of there before I had the chance.