Actually, when I practiced drums it was on practice pads. And we live in a stand-alone house, but the truth would have spoiled the joke.
This is truly the worst experience I ever had of bugging other people with practice...
When I was young, the house next door was vacant for 9 months of the year. The residents used it as a vacation home from January to March and years later it became their permanent retirement home.
My parents watched the house when they were "up north". When my mom got tired of me practicing scales, arpeggios, and selections from method books, she used to say, "Go next door and practice" and would hand me the keys.
I don't blame her. I could practice hours and hours and hours and hours. I still could if I had the time, but as an adult, time has to be allotted to other things.
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