The Urban Symphony.
So I had finished with my Fantasy Football draft and was about to eat some leftovers (I live a very exciting life) when one of my favorite parts of living in the city happened. I call it The Urban Symphony. This is mixture of noises that I can hear from outside because the windows are up because it’s hot and I don’t have air conditioning. Before I go into detail, I don’t live in a bad neighborhood.
It starts with the gentle audible sounds of my neighbor, reaching climax. This is the soprano. It increases in volume, pitch and tempo before the next “musician” joins in. I would also like to point out that if this is one of my neighbors, “right on Tim!” because she is way to hot to be dating you.
The squeals are at their thunderous heights when the dogs from a few blokes away begin to howl, maybe they are scared, maybe they are confused or maybe they are just giving their doggie high-five to Tim but the howls add a perfect complementing falsetto to the woman.
These are the two base layers for the symphony and as long as the woman “sings” and the dogs howl the magic is happening. (Please refrain from the easy “magic happening” joke.) While the base is going, there are different acts to the musically number. There is the sound the screeching car. The long pouring of water, which may be another neighbor peeing off the balcony. And of course the deep bass of the dog bark. Different mind you then our howling dogs.
The real beauty of this is not the individual noises, but rather the blend. They come together in such a rich fashion, that words fail to describe the composition. Those in the suburbs don’t get this. They live in insulated houses with space between them and their neighbors. This may be nice if you want to raise a kid or something. But if you want to experience real “culture,” then it’s all about the Urban Symphony.
It starts with the gentle audible sounds of my neighbor, reaching climax. This is the soprano. It increases in volume, pitch and tempo before the next “musician” joins in. I would also like to point out that if this is one of my neighbors, “right on Tim!” because she is way to hot to be dating you.
The squeals are at their thunderous heights when the dogs from a few blokes away begin to howl, maybe they are scared, maybe they are confused or maybe they are just giving their doggie high-five to Tim but the howls add a perfect complementing falsetto to the woman.
These are the two base layers for the symphony and as long as the woman “sings” and the dogs howl the magic is happening. (Please refrain from the easy “magic happening” joke.) While the base is going, there are different acts to the musically number. There is the sound the screeching car. The long pouring of water, which may be another neighbor peeing off the balcony. And of course the deep bass of the dog bark. Different mind you then our howling dogs.
The real beauty of this is not the individual noises, but rather the blend. They come together in such a rich fashion, that words fail to describe the composition. Those in the suburbs don’t get this. They live in insulated houses with space between them and their neighbors. This may be nice if you want to raise a kid or something. But if you want to experience real “culture,” then it’s all about the Urban Symphony.
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