A woman with a smoky voice is standing below my window yelling "RICKY!" over and over with long pauses between. Her tone does not distinguish whether Ricky is a man or a dog. We have 15 windows in the apartment and most of them are open now, and this being our hot season here, it's neighbor-noise-TBA, pure speculative matter on the summer volume. Matt theorized that maybe once the trees grow back their leaves, it'll be quieter, tree-insulation. Maybe the ruffling of the leaves will be a white noise that'll block out old yellers.
Hey! Big week of shows--Bird Names tonight, the return of Mahjonng and the Atom and His Package of the Paper Rad generation--Dan Deacon. Details here.
See you in the pit!