An oscillating fan on low as I quietly nap in a dark air conditioned room on a hot summer day. Fresh Coffee percolating. Breaking glass. Aged firewood snapping & popping on a quiet winter night. Brined, pounded, & heavily seasoned fresh chicken breasts just tossed on a piping hot outdoor charcoal grill (Why do we say "chicken breasts" anyway? They're not mammals. Shouldn't it be "chicken chests?"). A can of tennis balls being opened for the first time. Typing on a laptop (not a regular keypad mind you. Must be a laptop). A thirsty dog lapping his water from a bowl on a 100 degree day in August. A woodpecker doing his (or her!) thing. A fish tank aquarium air pump hard at work. The fairy boat horns in commute late at night to & from Galveston Island. Jason Scheff's electric bass. A "Nothing but net" three pointer. A wooden bat hitting 216 red stitches at 95 mph. Brian E. Smith's laugh (like no other). A NASCAR engine from the driver's perspective (not the audience's) in the heat of the race. A new leather bound book being opened. A canoe being rowed on an otherwise glassy still pond. That muffled voice on the old Pole Position arcade game that always stated "Prepare to qualify!" at the start of your game. A bottle of white wine being opened (preferably Fitzer's Pinot Grigio 2007). A group of professional violinists in unison. Al Michael's commentary. Scripture being read aloud by a child. Bacon cooking. Wind whistling thru my window on an evening in December. The strike of a match. Anything off the Chicago 17 album. A tennis ball being hit in the sweet spot of a tennis racket. That crackly aftermath sound that big commercial level fireworks make while dissipating. An old west steam engine coming to a halt. The tip of a marker writing on a blank sheet of white paper. That subtle high pitched noise dogs make sometimes when they yawn. Gordon Ramsay grinding fresh peppercorns over his culinary creations. Anything out of the mouth of Sarah Palin or Condoleezza Rice. The impact from my daughter's fabulous cannonballs. Bill Champlin's singing voice. A concert grand piano being tuned (preferably a Yamaha, Steinway or Bosendorfer pending on what genre of music). Skates on ice. My children's laughter.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Sounds I Like
An oscillating fan on low as I quietly nap in a dark air conditioned room on a hot summer day. Fresh Coffee percolating. Breaking glass. Aged firewood snapping & popping on a quiet winter night. Brined, pounded, & heavily seasoned fresh chicken breasts just tossed on a piping hot outdoor charcoal grill (Why do we say "chicken breasts" anyway? They're not mammals. Shouldn't it be "chicken chests?"). A can of tennis balls being opened for the first time. Typing on a laptop (not a regular keypad mind you. Must be a laptop). A thirsty dog lapping his water from a bowl on a 100 degree day in August. A woodpecker doing his (or her!) thing. A fish tank aquarium air pump hard at work. The fairy boat horns in commute late at night to & from Galveston Island. Jason Scheff's electric bass. A "Nothing but net" three pointer. A wooden bat hitting 216 red stitches at 95 mph. Brian E. Smith's laugh (like no other). A NASCAR engine from the driver's perspective (not the audience's) in the heat of the race. A new leather bound book being opened. A canoe being rowed on an otherwise glassy still pond. That muffled voice on the old Pole Position arcade game that always stated "Prepare to qualify!" at the start of your game. A bottle of white wine being opened (preferably Fitzer's Pinot Grigio 2007). A group of professional violinists in unison. Al Michael's commentary. Scripture being read aloud by a child. Bacon cooking. Wind whistling thru my window on an evening in December. The strike of a match. Anything off the Chicago 17 album. A tennis ball being hit in the sweet spot of a tennis racket. That crackly aftermath sound that big commercial level fireworks make while dissipating. An old west steam engine coming to a halt. The tip of a marker writing on a blank sheet of white paper. That subtle high pitched noise dogs make sometimes when they yawn. Gordon Ramsay grinding fresh peppercorns over his culinary creations. Anything out of the mouth of Sarah Palin or Condoleezza Rice. The impact from my daughter's fabulous cannonballs. Bill Champlin's singing voice. A concert grand piano being tuned (preferably a Yamaha, Steinway or Bosendorfer pending on what genre of music). Skates on ice. My children's laughter.
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