Turn It Down! Church Blasts Bed Stuy Neighbors
Whenever I’m awake, it’s on. Whenever I’m asleep, it’s on! They put the speaker on and rock it out, says Destorm Power, encapsulating the problem facing neighbors of the Universal Outreach Ministries at 961 Bedford Avenue. Locals have tried 311 only to be told that noise complaints can’t be filed against a house of worship…
Whenever I’m awake, it’s on. Whenever I’m asleep, it’s on! They put the speaker on and rock it out, says Destorm Power, encapsulating the problem facing neighbors of the Universal Outreach Ministries at 961 Bedford Avenue. Locals have tried 311 only to be told that noise complaints can’t be filed against a house of worship during service hours. And volume’s not the only problem: If it sounded good, it would be okay, but they can’t sing, said Power.
THL, that would be something if someone actually did that!
I have two ideas.
Ski masks and wire snips.
Just a thought!
Arghh, Freudean slip there – tone “deathness” should read tone deafness!
As a former member of several church choirs, ranging from unpaid volunteers, to paid professional members like myself, hired to augment (and hopefully drown out) aforementioned unpaid volunteers, it is a known fact that the state of tone deathness is in direct proportion to lung capacity and volume. In other words, those who can least sing, sing loudest.
As David says in Psalm 98, “Shout joyfully to the Lord, all the earth; break forth and sing for joy and sing praises.” The shouting and breaking forth part has been taken up with great gusto by those whose voices may have more in common with a later psalm’s “praise with clanging cymbals”, than the inspiring tones of a budding Whitney Houston, or Renee Fleming. Ah, well.
On a more serious side, I don’t know what could be done. I think there is a big difference between spreading the Word and being an obnoxious and callous neighbor. You would think that they would realize that the effectiveness of the former is severely hampered by the latter.
It could be worse. They could be Satan Worshippers. Then you’d be dealing with the Best of Alice Cooper all day.
I LOVE the WTF? look Destorm.
i wish i was home right now watching Sister Act 2: on the run!
*r*
When I lived in Crown Heights I had the same problem. I was too afraid though to say anything. I kept envisioning a lightning bolt coming out of a clear sky to strike me dead in the tooty hole.
Great story!
“We are commissioned by God to do this,†said Johnson, who conceded the church doesn’t have a permit for the speakers. “We are spreading the word of the Lord. God gives us the power to do this.â€
Someone needs to call ConEd to let them know.