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I figured out what the band practicing by my house is. The Indiana State Fair opened this week, and it's the high school competition bands rehearsing. (warning, inner nerd coming out in 3...2...1...) Some of them are actually really good, and the others are pretty good.

One of my neighbors, the one my dad calls Tim Robbins cuz he looks JUST like him circa Shawshank-seriously, who complains about EVERYTHING (although is a generally nice guy) actually walked over and complained to one of the band directors, telling him "alright, it's time to wrap it up." Of course, this was at 10:30pm, the second night in a row. But to the BAND DIRECTOR??? It's not his fault. He was told he could rehearse there, and he and his students have been busting their tails all summer for this, working as hard as some major high school athletic teams (seriously, I kid you not, it's a big deal). If you've got a problem, talk to the school who told them they could do it there.