As a child in the Chicago area, my parents and I got in our car and drove to where, Kennelworth? or similar, as it's been a long time for remembering a name. It was a place full of light bulbs back then. Long time later, I get the drive was all for me to enjoy.
Put me in the middle. I, now a long time atheist personally, well remember the good, the joy, and don't generally mind it.
I might find the music annoying, but I'm one that loved the Canaligators being loud on our street, a main one, in Venice. We opened all seven front windows when they played. That was in daytime though.
On the other hand, some time later, the brumble minded neighbor's nephew who landed there as, I take, last resort, poorly strummed his electric guitar loudly at very late hours, and we called the police several times.
I might follow this to see what happens.