Latino Beats

So The Colombian has decided that for his next project he will build a fully-fledged, acoustically insulated, music recording studio in our backyard. He has ambitions to make and record music in his studio as well as making a "ton of money on the side" (tax free) from renting out the studio to complete strangers for their recording needs as well as recording and selling TV commercial jingles. I await for this day anxiously. I also await anxiously for the day the Council comes knocking on our door. Of course The Colombian does not believe in obtaining Council approval for such a project.

True to his word, The Colombian has begun the long, arborous task of building the music recording studio but of course, refuses to pay full price for any building materials. Therefore, somehow, over the last few weeks, there has been a constant shipment of "supplies" arriving to our house. These include (and I am sure are not limited to):

• Second-hand bricks demolished from a school (complete with graffiti) - these were collected over the course of a week and delivered to our house via my BMW. I can assure you that the car's suspension and brake system will never be the same.


• Half-price acoustically accredited insulation bought from the Trading Post (of course these have been installed in to the studio roof and walls with no regard for safety masks, googles or any iota of protective clothing).


• Carpet underlay (apparently this improves the acoustics) to line the walls. Somehow these rubbery mats were sourced from a "friend of a friend" who knows a carpet layer. I bet this carpet layer thought all his Christmas' had come at once that some crazed Colombian wanted to take his rubbish off his hands. I mean who actively seeks out someone's crusty old carpet underlay?
  
• One very large wooden ramp that had come off a transportable building (acquired from a skip bin) because "this will come in handy for something".

Having now gathered his materials together like some over-excited bower bird, The Colombian has begun to construct his studio. I can now report that the walls are up and the roof is on and dare I say, it's not looking too shabby. The Colombian is indeed resourceful.

On the weekend, the next door neighbour dared to pop his head over the fence to ask what The Colombian was doing. He retreated in sheer panic and disbelief that a real live music recording studio was being erected next to his bedroom.

No doubt the neighbour will learn to enjoy a little Cumbia and Salsa at 4am in the morning..........just as I have.