what is your favorite sound/noise

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.


- Paul Simon -
"Wednesday Morning 3A.M.", 1964

Letty of the Lyrics,....You've done it again!

BTW, I didn't think my last post was THAT important, I just had a posting problem and now there's no X out on that page.

ah, Boo. It's so nice to be appreciated.

er, Boo. What X?

On most pages, there is an X, right next to the edit thingie. Click on that, and it delete's the post.

Well, Boo. I see we're back. Found an old Clifford Brown tape today...there's a sound that even a Mormon would love

You're gonna' cause me to check this guy out.

Sound/noise huh? How about the beautiful sound of silence?
No TV, no radio (even though we love jazz). No traffic on the road near our house. No nothing. No, nothing.
A good dog sound asleep at the foot of the bed. It's time for us to go to sleep, too.

Thank You Letty!

Boo, Cliff is worth checkin' out.

er, realjohnboy, I think I said that. Or at least Paul Simon did.

Husker, you are welcome, but I'm not certain what for.

Letty, thanks for posting The Sound of Silence.
I never examined the words before, but they are profound!
I couldn't read them without actually singing the melody in my head.

And I just realized ... that song is something of a hymn!
(to me anyways) Cool!




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Also from then on, when you "Edit" your older post the system will count how many times you did, displaying a message for everyone to see. Like this one...

Thanks, CodeBorg. I'll remember your tip, and yes, Paul Simon's song is timeless.

Doesn't Paul Simon's song show a dislike for silence?




Inquiring minds want to know -- though I have always loved the song... and silence.

Without any particular order

The sound of an big block engine in idle, and then just revving a little. Gotta be american made, and use a lot of gas doing it...

My cats purring for absolutely no reason, but purring just because they feel fine with me and my wife.

The sound that comes from grilling, sizzle!

Waterfalls! And Thunder, too!

Pifka, tell more about the singing bowls?

Booman, the X is available on your own posts only until it is followed by another, after which it cannot be deleted. You can still edit them.

Oh! Dueling alpenhorns. Only heard it once, but sitting out on the little balcony with a little spleef after the 6:00 pouring rain, and starting to hear these buttery notes carrying back and forth over the mountains, knowing the players must have lugged the things up their in that rain, or before it and sat in it waiting to toot their horns -- that was a good one.

Going out for Swiss village nachos and margaritas later that night was less of a good one, but damn, those horns.

I love trying to imagine everyone's favorite sounds. Big Dice! I used to have a Buick Electra 225 (more happily known as the Deuce & a Quarter) which rumbled in a wonderful way, especially when the convertible top was down. Uhmmm, best car I had.

Roger, about the Singing Bowls. Oddly enough, I was looking up places to stay in Scotland and somebody there had a website about his collection of singing bowls. I've since seen them in Woodstock, NY and in Seattle. I'm sure they're in Santa Fe & Taos.

They used to be had for a song (haha) according to my first source, but now they're expensive, especially the old large ones; and many are probably in museums. They are deep metal bowls with a smooth edge. You rub or roll a wooden stick or mallet around the edge and by carefully letting the bowl rest in your palm, you can make it vibrate. Exquisite (to me) sounds can be made. The first time I heard them was on the 'net, so I can try to find a link.

I've been allowed to play them in the shops, but I haven't purchased one... yet.

The Alpenhorns sound interesting. I like the sound of the Australian didgereedoo, at least as heard on recordings. I suppose in their element they'd be even more fantastic.

Went to go fetch some bamboo from someone's house in the redwoods one time, and heard the exquisite metallic ringing I recognized as Gamelan, but so much more subtly and skillfully executed than what I was used to hearing (college students playing it in what I liked to call "Beginning Jazz Ensemble"). When I finally walked up to the place, the garage door was open and a little man in a ragged pair of shorts was stalking around his bowls, making this beautiful little musical prayer for the morning -- or so I imagined it; he was probably just tuning up, as 'twere. I tried to talk to him, but he didn't seem to have any English, so I got the bamboo and walked back into the trees with the bells bubbling serenely behind me. Very nice.

(Would much rather be blind than deaf, I think.)

Big Ben striking 12-00 mid day. Such a strong sound and so proud as well as it rings out over London.

In contrast is the beautiful music from the bell ringers they as plie their skills in an 11th century English Church that I know and love as part of my childhood.

The sound of an elderly bus rising up the hill into the village. The engine seems to be gasping for air, but the driver knows his gearbox and with a quick shift down, the engine finds another lung full of air and surges round the corner and into the village high street.

Oh! The bells at night at Montserrat! Incredible!

(Okay, I go 'way now.)



The ones in Santiago aren't bad, either, but they're mechanized.