I was cleaning up the back yard yesterday and my neighbor, Mrs. Crank, was watching me through the fence. She's not out there in the daytime very often. She was making BeBe,( my little epileptic fat doggie) nervous. I said hello and then I went in the garage and rooted around until I found one of my "sound effects" albums. I spent a quarter on it at the Goodwill store. It's a beauty.
I have a an old Yamaha 1100 motherfucker of a receiver and some old 70's era Bose speakers. I can cause landslides with this shit if I turn the volume past four. At three and a half, the windows will bend outwards a little all over the house. I thought about what a shivering half dead speed freak might like to hear. I was torn between "Top Fuel Dragsters Warming Up " or "Different Siren Sounds."
The poor thing doesn't deserve any of that. I put "Live at Leeds" on at 7. I think I felt her toes tapping. Mine were, too. The hounds went under the truck and watched for the end of the world.
When I worked in a record store I would put on Drag Strip sound effects records when I got bored. I'd just sit there while the sound of the '67 Winternationals screamed out of the speakers. This was not good for business but I enjoyed it. In the summer, if the temperature went above 100, I would play Christmas music all day.
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