Reply #13: I had an upstairs neighbor once

[Coyote_Bandit]

that was a music student. He did his voice lessons - loudly and badly. He'd open up the windows and doors to the outdoors and play the one song he knew well over and over and over and over. Always between 8am and 10pm.

The absolute worst thing he did was to wire a damn drum machine through his stereo system - and then left his speakers sitting on the floor. Even with the volume turned down (which was the exception) I could hear the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of those drums. My ceiling and walls vibrated all the time. Drove me frickin nuts (I too was in school at the time). I beat on the ceiling with a broom until I nearly beat a hole into the plaster. I complained to the leasing office until they would no longer listen or make a pretense of intervening. I called after hours security. Even made an inquiry with someone I knew at the police department. Finally the SOB moved. And while he was moving he dropped a box of stuff he was carrying down the stairs. That damn drum machine was in that box and was shattered. All these years later I still view it as poetic justice.

I've been in your position and I can give you lots of empathy. Unfortunately, I can't offer you much useful advice.

Good luck.