To hide the bloody guitar?

[operaha]

Ds 15 is vair talented at guitar. Super. I'm very proud.
He wishes to perfect "sultans oh swing" and is doing so, he's been learning it for about 3 weeks now, practicing a lot. Sometimes in his room, sometimes in the living room, sometimes plugged in.
I'm so fucking sick of that fucking song I could cry, I detest it which is a shame because I used to love it but he's ruined it for me. It's incessant, I get in around the same time as him and he starts, it stops and he plays something else and then he starts again. I hear it when he's not playing it.
He's sulking because I asked him to stop which I know is awful and I feel bad but he was in the next room ( connecting open double doors so practically same room) and I actually thought I was going to scream, it's like torture.
It's stopped for now but I know he needs to perfect it for a show at Christmas but aibu to just hide the bloody guitar? He's got 4 actually, and a ukulele. Sigh.

Disclaimer, he is brilliantly talented, a fantastic live performer and I'm super proud. also will bookmark this page for when he's famous and I can do witty interview in the guardian or the like

Anyone else got a child with a spectacularly loud hobby that is driving them insane?

Aha, my other half is a dj.
Dinner parties are a nightmare with one entertaining on guitar and one with his obscure oh so cool vinyl collection - letting everyone pick a track and me largely knowing none of them

18 guitars!! Man or child?

7 guitars
2 saxophones
2 trumpets
1 flute
1 keyboard

And a bloody mouth organ!

My neighbours hate us.

12 guitars
2 mandolins
2 drum kits
1 violin
1 double bass
1 piano
A metric fuckton of percussion shit
Miles of sheet music in folders

And a soundproofed music room in a detached house.

There's no escape either as most of it belongs to DH.

DD has a ukulele that's never fucking tuned and frequently attempts to play songs (not the best but certainly better than anything i can do). She wakes up early so frequently get woken up by out of tune ukulele strumming.
At least it's not 18 guitars though the neighbours would get us evicted!

4 guitars and a bass here, however as I said above he left home....2 bloody years ago! I am not guitars are us.
Dread to think how many he has at his house if he's leaving these here.

3 electric guitars (plus bits of others)
2 bass guitars
3 acoustic guitars
1 tenor banjo
1 5 string banjo
1 mandolin
2 keyboards
whistles (many and various)
and amps. So many fucking amps. And bits of amps. And effects pedals.

My neighbours hate us

My neighbours have mentioned a few times that DD1's singing sometimes keeps their children awake when they're trying to go to sleep

It's a good job they love DD1 and that we each have a child that screams a lot to even things out a bit

They breed when you're not looking. When we first moved in together we had 2 guitars, the violin and the double bass. And as we met in an orchestra I couldn't claim I didn't know about the last two. 13 years later and it's all got a bit out of control.

Oh good God the amps! Why do they need so many??? Most of them are huge and weigh roughly equivalent to a medium sized rhinoceros.

This would be dh operaha.

Makes birthdays easy - just buy him guitar strings

YANBU - Sultans of Swing is a terrible song! After one afternoon of what you've endured, I would have smashed the guitar into tiny tiny pieces in the very best of rock and roll traditions!

Oh and they.are.all.essential

For different sounds,genres etc etc

Along with the shiny shiny valve amp for that authentic retro sound or something.

Along with the shiny shiny valve amp for that authentic retro sound or something.

Yup. And the bits to repair these wondrous amps.

I am thankful that my guitarist is a girl and not interested in collecting amps ;) Guitars on the other hand ... As every one knows the correct number of guitars is always n+1, where n is the number you already own (n=5 at the moment and she's only 14).

I encouraged DH to take up the guitar thinking it would be fun and relatively cheap. I know better now.

Ds1 is following in his footsteps. Ds2 is a drummer. DH is lining Ds3 up as their bass player.

I feel your pain, except that it's my 32 year old husband on the guitar as we speak!

He's very good but he puts the volume too loud and it rings through my ears - I wear hearing aids and they screech at loud noises as I need to get them fixed!

At least you can look forward to the day that your DS leaves home. I'm stuck with DH!

Unless I bludgeon him to death with his guitar!

We only have one guitar but we do also have a 9 year old that thinks he can play but really, really can't.

I have a drummer. Uptown Funk, Kaiser Chiefs and Rude are currently doing my head in...

Oh... just you wait... until your DH/DC spends weeks practising the guitar solo bit of In Dulce Jubilo a thousand and one times, ready for the Christmas lights switch-on event. Bah Humbug.

5 guitars a clarinet and a digital piano here.. all DS1.

He's 22, runs the local open mic night to great success and practises a LOT at home. Usually first thing in the morning as he works shifts and his body clock gets him up at the crack of dawn.

The worst is he writes his own music.. some of it is very good. But when he is working out lyrics and riffs, we get the same line over and OVER and I want to kill him!

His Paulo Nutini covers however make me melt... :)

And band practice is still going on down there. It's a good thing DC will sleep through everything.

5 guitars
1 mandolin
1 banjo
4 ukuleles
1 saxophone
2 trumpets
1 trombone
and a bloody great tuba...

Haha. In this house we have drums guitars bagpipes and motorbikes so I go out

I'm so fucking sick of that fucking song I could cry, I detest it which is a shame because I used to love it but he's ruined it for me. It's incessant, I get in around the same time as him and he starts, it stops and he plays something else and then he starts again. I hear it when he's not playing it.

Whilst I feel your pain, all I can imagine is the crazed look on your face, hair askew and bloodshot eyes when you hear the opening bars, slowly rocking yourself in the corner and chanting "it's just a fucking song!"