To the bar across the street:

For God's sake, if you're going to play the music five times louder than it needs to be, please close the door to the bar.  You know what I really don't want to hear at 12:30 in the morning?  A bunch of drunk people yelling the lyrics to Tiny Dancer.  You know what I do want to do?  Sleep.  That's hard to do when the pounding bass line in every other song you play is drilling a hole in my skull.  And you're a freaking sports bar, why are you blasting hip hop music?  It wasn't this bad when the Irish owned the bar.  And that's saying something.