second attempt at a first

It was quite sad to see my first drift recordings get somehow reformatted and lost forever. So, my second attempt was just sounds around my house on the corner of E.Center and N. Fratney St. I had a circular strategy I guess, I circled my apartment inside and then I circled it outside the building. I think the sounds I found around my house were more interesting then on my original drift.

the tap dancing water

To get to the alley behind my house you have to go through our old gate, actually I think it might be new, just really rusty. Anyways, I heard snow and ice dripping off my neighbor's roof and it made me smile because of the playful sound it made on on the ice below. Feel free to visit this melting entertainer and give it a round of applause. Just try not to look too crazy clapping at melting ice.

the drummer

I live next to a drummer. Well, not just a drummer but I think a whole band. I often here them practicing. The sound comes from the back of the nieghboring house, on the second floor. I caught this practice session sometime in the late evening. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, they practice when I'm trying to sleep, but I can deal...the drummer boy is cute.

the annoying bag

Every day on my way to the bus stop I hear this plastic bag rustling in a tree near my house. To me it is one of the most annoying sounds I've ever heard. What annoys me the most about it is that it is just out of reach of any normal size person. I guess it will be stuck in that tree until either the tree dies or when the bag decays in 1000 years. So, THANK YOU bag for annoying me everyday.

the ice sculptor

So there is this thing on my neighbors house, I'm pretty sure it is some type of vent. Anyways it has some sort of moisture coming out of it because it created a really complex sculpture out of ice right below it. This is the sound it makes while sculpting it's ice works that are constantly being reworked when it melts and refreezes.

the lady above

My house is old. Very old. I can hear every footstep the lady who lives above us takes. When I stare at my ceiling at 5am this is what I hear, trying to picture what is going on above me.