There is a massive Special Snowflake in my town. Apparently, this person thinks it's totally okay to play their bass so loudly that the whole house shakes when they drive past, and they drive down my street at least once a week. If you sit in the front of the house, your chest hurts from the vibrations. I can only surmise that the person wears earplugs and noise - canceling headphones at the same time to keep from going deaf.
Or is already deaf. Deaf folks like them a strong bass-line.
I think I've said this here recently, but what I don't get about people who play their music way too loud is that it's almost never what most people would consider good music. Even allowing for varying tastes, it's generally crap. I don't care for rap, for example, but I've heard people who do like it comment that the idiot blaring rap out of his car isn't even playing good rap. Same goes for rock, pop, any genre you care to name. I don't get it.
I mean, if some nimrod came driving down my street blaring Clapton, or Sinatra, or "Freebird," or whatever, I'd still be annoyed by the volume but at least I'd respect the guy's taste.
I had a next-door neighbor who used to play his salsa/merengue (I don't know enough to use the proper term) so loudly that I couldn't talk to someone else in my kitchen--which was separated from his home by a THICK PRE-WAR PLASTER WALL. You couldn't hear a phone ring through those walls. But I could hear his music SO loudly that I couldn't hear anything else.
I'd go knock on the door and ask him to turn it down. The fourth time, he got really mad and said, "So when can I play my poopadities?"
i said, "First, it's not poopadities. You have the best musical taste in town--I don't know what you're playing, or who is it, but your stuff is GREAT. *Way* better than anything blaring out of the cars going past outside, 6 floors down.
"But you play it louder than them! I'm not saying don't play it at all, just don't play it so loud. I don't mind being able to hear that you've got it on, especially because it's so good. But I can't even TALK to someone else--I can't hear them if they speak at a normal tone, and I cannot hear someone on the phone at all. Just turn it DOWN, don't turn it OFF."
"Oh," he said. And he did. And I never had any trouble again. I did sometimes hear the music through the wall, but that's OK. Though I still, to this day, 25 years later, wish I'd knocked on his door the NEXT night with paper and pencil to get the names of those bands.