There is no match in the universe for the stupidity of pop culture and its resulting noise pollution.
For four and a half years, I lived in Danbury, CT with my former fiance, in a three level townhouse. Directly in front of our unit was a Citgo station with a payphone in its parking lot. On a nightly basis, at random times, some drug dealing, chrome rim flashing idiot would invariably pull up to the payphone with his headlights shining directly into our living room. With stereo turned up to full volume, engine running, headlights dimming and the door (or sometimes two) open, pictures shook, windows rattled, glass vases on various shelves would vibrate, all in time with the dimming headlights of the offending vehicle.
One night, while I was trying to relax and enjoy my own music, I lost my shit. I waited for the offender to leave, and then I went down to the garage, grabbed a pair of bolt cutters and proceded to walk over to the gas station. I grabbed the receiver from the payphone, cut the cable at the base, and chucked the receiver a conveniently placed garbage can..
The problem stopped for three weeks until the phone company came out and finally, aparently in response to numerous complaints, removed the phone.
Use it responsibly, or lose it. Period.
-A