la_voix_de_nuit birdmad strange combinations of acoustics. Brief flare of wind sound of traffic in one direction sound of a racetrack in another and some late evening services at a church around the corner with the preacher holding forth loudly in the night confluence of sound: strange droning mantra being chanted by the night itself, the combination of the hum of the wind against my window keeping pitch with the tone of the racers and he preacher. had i opened my door to the cool of the evening air, the effect would largely have been lost, but for a moment, i wanted to hear what the night seemed to have to say 040111 what's it to you? who go blather from