The joy of partitioned work spaces

Someone, in a partitioned space somewhere in my immediate area who I cannot see behind the sea of pink pinboards that mark each persons space, has decided to crank up what I think is their favourite Kenny G CD, to levels which I contend, is an infringment on my workplace - nay - human rights.

I am thinking of taking things into my own hands, by screwing up my latest, and admittedly not very good, research paper draft, and throwing it in the direction of the music source. If I keep my head down, no one would know the wiser.

mental note: remove name from paper before throwing.