| November 27th, 2007 |
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So.
I've been hip deep in Pandora for the past few hours, listening to things by people I've never heard of and liking most of it.
I've also had the sound on the computer turned up loud enough to annoy the neighbours, if any are home, with me sitting in front of it, face in the noise like a dog out a car window.
And then a few minutes ago, I noticed another sound, a different key than the current song, a different rhythm.
And I couldn't tell where it was coming from, so I closed Pandora and turned off my speakers.
And there it was at the edge of hearing.
Maybe the neighbour's getting revenge or at least applying for equal air time? Okay, that's fair. I spent a good few months listening to secondhand Maroon 5, Boyz 2 Men, and Coldplay. I can find out what the gamers upstairs listen to when they've had enough of me belting out angry lesbian music (and snide Floridian music, too, for that matter).
So I focus my attention on the sound:
A drone chord, with an interesting melody woven through--it's got a theme to it, but it's loose, like it won't repeat any time soon. This tells me we're in for a long song or jam, here, because you don't start a theme like that if you're just going to shut it down in three minutes. There's no strum pattern, so the drone's not a dulcimer--dulcimer wouldn't carry through the floor like that. Sitar? No, not enough twang. Bagpipe? Jesus, the piper has a set of lungs on him; I haven't heard a break for breath yet. No, there's one. And right back in...
The upstairs neighbours listen to bagpipe music when they want to annoy me?
Wow.
Talk about not knowing your audience.
Whatever key it's in, it's the same key as the laptop and some of the desk stuff; they're ringing along when the melody hits a certain few pitches. I love listening to a room sing! And now it's getting louder. Good God, I was listening to the misty intro stuff? How high have they got the volume turned? This could be interesting.
Louder still, and the melody's almost melted into the chord.
And it sounds like it's outside.
Wait...
What?
And then a little Hispanic fellow with a purple landscaper's uniform shirt on makes his way past the window with his weedwhacker, pruning the holly hedges.
The chord crescendos and fades.
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~facepalm~
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(Would it be wildly out of line to say now I'm craving some Loreena McKennitt?)Mental Jukebox: "The Humours of Lissadell"--Sliotar, ftw! |
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