Thanks to the Grand Prix, the street just below us has been blocked off for a weekend street party (read: "excuse for beer gardens", not that anyone needs an excuse). This sounded cool at first, but the festivities opened with a gunslinging contest that just about decimated my eardrums, and hasn't improved much since. Right now there's a godawful country band on stage. I recognize the songs, but the singer makes Dylan sound like a Shakespearean actor. Can't understand a single word. I'm trying to drown him out with Billy Idol.