Actually, the guy could sing pretty well.

Bad: feeling mildly annoyed by what I assume is the hippie dudes downstairs playing reggaeton beats on a hand drum at 10am. I mean, I'm awake, but I could stay in bed for a bit. You're harshing my vacation buzz, hippie dudes!

Worse: turning off the A/C unit only to realize that it's some guy further down the block who's playing "Jungle Songs!" to a group of pre-schoolers. Now I'm the terrible person, because, obviously, I hate children.