I wish I could be writing to let you know that I enjoyed your lighthearted treatment of the subject of the Pacific Amphitheatre noise problem in the nearby residential neighborhood, but I cannot. ("A Sound Solution to Amphitheatre Feud," by Randy Lewis, Nov. 20.)
I lived in the Mesa del Mar tract from 1971 until 2 years ago. It was a wonderful neighborhood in which to live. When the bulldozers were lined up to begin construction for the amphitheater, I had no idea what was taking place. In fact, I was so naive that I thoug1752440944auction of large construction equipment at the fairgrounds! That someone would build an immense, open-air amphitheater in the middle of a residential neighborhood . . . believe me, most residents had no idea of what was happening.
And then the amphitheater opened. The sound level from the first concert cut right through our house. It was so loud that, at first, we thought that some neighborhood teen-ager was parked directly in front of our house with one of those loud stereo systems turned up full blast. Not only could we hear the music, we could feel it.
After 4 years of living with music to all hours (one concert was closed by the police at 12:30 a.m.); music so loud that we had to turn up our TV simply to hear it inside the house; music o1847621477the morning); music that turned our lives from that of peace and relaxation after a hard day of work into that of anxiety and stress, my husband and I sold our house and moved from the house I had expected to grow old in.