{"id":2310,"date":"2010-08-31T11:43:23","date_gmt":"2010-08-31T15:43:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/?p=2310"},"modified":"2014-08-27T20:37:53","modified_gmt":"2014-08-28T00:37:53","slug":"at-large-elsewhere-fighting-clean","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/?p=2310","title":{"rendered":"At Large Elsewhere: Fighting Clean"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A few weeks back, Peter Filichia wrote a column called &#8220;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.theatermania.com\/peterfilichia\/index.cfm?date=20100806\">Fighting Clean<\/a>,&#8221; in which he talked about how he went note for note with a boom-box squatter on his front stoop. The guy came and sat with his radio blasting, so Peter fought fire with <em>The Sound of Music <\/em>motion picture\u00a0soundtrack. I immediately related; I did something similar back when I was in college. I love a shout-out and I got a brief one in his <a href=\"http:\/\/www.theatermania.com\/peterfilichia\/permalinks\/2010\/08\/30\/august-leftovers\/\">August Leftovers<\/a> column, which contains other similar anecdotes. Here was mine in its entirety:<\/p>\n<p>It was fall 2003 and I was a junior in New Paltz. I was never one for partying, so I usually stayed in on weekends while the rest went out. During the second weekend of this semester I came down with a terrible sinus infection, and a nasty one at that. I\u00a0could hardly breathe, my head was pounding and was shaking. I lived suite style in the dorms. My roommates were all out getting drunk. I was in bed highly medicated and trying to get some much needed rest. Unfortunately, I was in a corner room, so the wall next to my bed was shared with another suite area entirely (no one we bothered getting to know). Well sir, the neighbors come in around 3:30AM (bars closed at 4) and proceeded to blast their music as loud as possible. I couldn&#8217;t even tell you what it was, but it was loud, dissonant and rather angry. (and did I mention loud&#8230;?)<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I was lying there sick and growing increasingly frustrated. When I&#8217;d had enough, I started pounding on the wall. They either couldn&#8217;t hear me or were ignoring me. My calls to the RAs and night watch crew were unanswered. I couldn&#8217;t get through to anyone. So I took it into my own hands. I pulled myself out of bed, brought myself to my desk and very casually flipped through my CD collection. I then set up my computer speakers facing the wall, popped on the original Broadway cast recording of &#8220;Evita&#8221; and played &#8220;A New Argentina&#8221; at the loudest volume possible. Within ten minutes not only had the music stopped, they left. I turned everything off, medicated and got back into bed with a smile and slept until I felt human again.<\/p>\n<p>A few weeks later, they pulled the same stunt. I was home by myself again, but healthy. Again, couldn&#8217;t get through. So I grabbed my phone, put on my shoes and stormed over to their suite door. I pounded; they opened up the door and with as much authority and attitude I could muster, said &#8220;We&#8217;ve been getting complaints&#8230;&#8221; They cut off the music, apologized and I gave them one last disappointed dad glare before heading back to my room. Never had a problem again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A few weeks back, Peter Filichia wrote a column called &#8220;Fighting Clean,&#8221; in which he talked about how he went note for note with a boom-box squatter on his front stoop. The guy came and sat with his radio blasting, so Peter fought fire with The Sound of Music motion picture\u00a0soundtrack. I immediately related; I &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/?p=2310\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">At Large Elsewhere: Fighting Clean<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[1926,1024],"class_list":["post-2310","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-cast-recordings","tag-evita"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2310","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2310"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2310\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4807,"href":"https:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2310\/revisions\/4807"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2310"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2310"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theatreaficionado.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2310"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}