Josh suggested I post this...

My ex-band was recording in a guys apartment in Philly. His apartment was on the second floor, right off of south street. I was a little nervous about how loud it was, but the guy insisted that he'd done it many times before and no one complained. It was hot as hell in this apartment so I went down to the 7-11 with one of the other guys while the vocalists were recording their tracks.

When I returned, everyone seemed really shaken up and I then heard this story: While the two Justins were screaming out their tracks in the back room of the apartment, two police officers suddenly kicked in the door, guns drawn. One of the cops shouted "WHERE IS THE GIRL?!?". Neither Justin knew what the hell the cops were talking about but they were scared shitless. It took about five minutes to talk the cops down and convince them that there were no girls in the apartment.

Apparently one of the neighbors mistook the screams upstairs to be from a rape victim, and called 911. The cops showed at the front door a few minutes later, but no one could hear them to let them in, so the cops broke in the front door when they started hearing the screaming again.

Ah, memories...