sound of the weekend

A thicket of dusky evening sounds in the South.

sound of the weekend

It was Maker Faire this past weekend, when all things steampunk and hacker and craft converge in one place, with fire-breathing and glow-the-the-dark robots. And this upside-down orchestra, rigged up to a computer with all the instruments overhead.

sound of the weekend

Dappled sunlight, a picnic blanket and some warm weather cocktails.

sound of the weekend

On a blustery day, a walk down to the Wave Organ with our niece and nephew, pressing our ears close to the cement pipes to hear the deep, gurgling bellows of the tides.

(It was too windy to make a good recording with my phone. This one is pretty poor, so go visit in person to hear the full-throated, watery churn)

sound of the weekend

Catching the end of a blues band while waiting for our friend's band to play. Mike and I played exquisite corpse as we drank our cold beers. Long live lo-fi entertainment.

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A weekend up in Tahoe with snow so crunchy it sounded like walking on cereal. Snowball battles along the way with our three-year old nephew, then a winter picnic on a fallen log.

name that sound

Here was the sound of Sunday night, getting ready for Downton Abbey, with melted butter and smoked paprika waiting in the wings.