I was cleaning up my iTunes library when I came across this voice memo. It’s actually not that good. I connected too fast. Post your impression of a modem below.
This mid-side stereo recording was made approximately an hour before dawn1 in Northeast, Minneapolis on July 9th, 2016. Other than instances such as bugs hitting the microphone blimp, there are few edits in the recording. I did roll off at 60 Hz; on my system this has a slight effect on the train sounds, the first of which appears around minute 20, but I felt the cut was beneficial in getting rid of some other boominess of the air. The train still sounds accurate in relation to where I was2.
Why is Element 115, errr, Moscovium important? Bob Lazar is why. I don’t remember all the details from the video we got,1 but I seem to remember Mr. Lazar claiming that Element 115 was ultra stable, unlike most of the heavy man-made elements.2
Anyway, not much else to say on this. Though if anybody has a good copy of the video, I wouldn’t mind watching it again.
“Sunday Dogs” is a short instrumental. I should have probably added barking dogs to it, but I decided not to make it an intense affair and more of a moment before the barking begins affair.
This is a short ambient piece of music.
We have cicadas in Ohio this year. I think mom has them in WV too. So it’s time to dig out our Cicada song. Enjoy.
This is a recording I made near pools 9 and 10 at Carlos Avery, a Minnesota WMA, on March 13, 2016. It was a pretty grey day overall, and there isn’t too much going on in the soundscape other than some wind and the occasional bird. I recorded at a couple other spots, but it was too windy. There a couple pictures below.
While you are reading MIFC # 3, you can listen to the rather unexciting soundscape I made this afternoon of our backyard in Minneapolis. I was going to go out to one of the WMA’s, but because we have plans later this evening, I decided there was not enough time. In the recording you can hear some birds1, a truck pulling up, the neighbors talking, squirrels frolicking in the leaves, and then a couple of flies whizz past the microphones at the end of the track.
Thesis + Mario Cartridge = I have no f-ing idea. Therein is the subject.