``Their drumming was drowned out by loud rock 'n' roll music blasting from what Singingtree discovered to be a loudspeaker mounted in a tree in the Smead's yard, pointed at the teepee, Singingtree said.''This from another clip having to do with the 1996 Sally Singingtree teepee flap in Amherst, Massachusetts. I wish I had stumbled across my story in which Fred Smead, the disgruntled neighbor, went on the record -- but only after moving to Hadley. Still looking for it -- in my spare time.
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Showing posts with label Sally Singingtree. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sally Singingtree. Show all posts
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Great journalism, IV
Friday, January 6, 2012
Great journalism, III
The drums were loud, I understand. If I had really been doing my job, I would have driven to her house some evening to find out how loud. Just to get a feel for the situation. Eventually, the next-door neighbor whom this bothered so much moved away. Before then he wouldn't speak with me, but after he had relocated to Hadley he gave me an interview. I haven't been able to find that clip.I doubt if her name was really Singingtree. If her teepee had caught fire, which was the great concern, she would have been singing a different tune. Wah-waah...
They weren't worried about a fire. The situation was just too weird (and loud) for them.
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