There’s something great about this story. Apparently the Rolling Stones were playing too loud, and the neighbors called to complain. This would be pretty standard issue stuff if it took place in some upstanding town like Omaha or Milwaukee, but the aggrieved parties in this dispute were residents of a city (San Francisco) that usually paints itself as pretty easygoing and tolerant compared to the rest of the country.
What’s more, it’s not even as if the Stones showed up in some traditionally yuppie enclave like Nob Hill or Pac Heights and started jamming away; No, they were playing at Giants Stadium in SoMa when the noise complaints came in. What this means is, people who *intentionally* moved to a semi-industrial neighborhood, a few blocks away from a *baseball stadium* got hacked off about what? Not being able to hear their Vivaldi on the old Victrola? I don’t buy it.
I guess maybe Jonathan Richman was right:
People are moving to California who hate the beach and things,
I think they’d rather watch TV than hear a real person sing,