Loving your neighbor can be hard

We moved into the neighborhood we are in about 3 years ago. This was a move back home to Southern California from Georgia (I do miss Georgia sometimes, but that is another post). We love our neighborhood. In some ways it feels like a throwback to the old days. Everyone says hello to one another and there are a group of kids who play together on our street and in each others yards. We are so grateful for this blessing. There is this one neighbor. They lives behind us, and they have a pool. They can be quite loud, especially when they have large groups of people over. The owner is a protestant minister, and there were times when they would practice with what I presume was their youth choir (keyboard, drums, awful lead singer)untill late into the night on a Saturday - it was like a garage band (but not as good). And I think he has their youth group over frequently for get-togethers at their pool. My other neighbors thanked me when I went to the fence and asked that they keep it down. No one else had got up the gumption to say anything. But such reprieves have only a short term impact. I have wanted to talk to him about how we are supposed to love our neighbors and would he help me out, because he makes it hard. I suspect that doing that would go against the whole concept. So we pray for them, and don't use our back yard when they are having a get-together. Sometimes I (nicely) ask that they keep it down. I do wish loving my neighbor would be easier. Maybe this has to do with my asking God for more patience....