When I was 24, I lived on my own in a flat that had an old geezer for a neighbour on the right, an old woman for a neighbour on the left, high walls and a doctor's practice below, which meant that everything was abandoned or occupied by people who couldn't hear me after 16:00 and on weekends. For a young, pretty metalhead in his prime, this was a magical gift. Especially given that I was in possession of an amazing stereo system manufactured in the late 60's/early 70's, when people still gave a shit.
Then the old neighbours died and a young couple moved in that decided they had to complain about the noise coming from my flat, but treating me to his weird wailing antics and her obviously faking it while I was trying to sleep.