Ferry carport parking and sail ambience... Park your hooptie and get ready to sail across the sound to Vineyard Haven. The Steamship Authority has come a long way since its pre-2K promise of, “Get in the standby line before noon, and you’ll get on a boat to the Vineyard at some point today.” I often wonder: who was the madman behind that carmageddon inducing promise?If you’ve been anywhere near Bourne, MA, in the summertime especially Friday rush, you know how much folks love their Cape Cod and ****** islands. For Mid-Atlantic folks, think of U.S. 50 traffic from Annapolis to the 301/50 split… for everyone else just imagine trying to exit a large parking lot on July 4th.There’s no bridge to the islands, so anyone hoping to get their car over there collects in Woods Hole, in a parking lot the size of a small Walmart. This is the hub of: No bridge/ this is the only way to get your car over there.So in the older times of madness, when just showing up at the Woods Hole Terminal before noon got you over to an island by the end of the day… congratulations. Now you’re stuck with 1980s or ’90s technology, it’s hot as ****, and your kids have been bored with travel Yahtzee since ****** Danbury. (I should mention there was the occasional dreaded Steamship employee blocking entry, waving a white handkerchief and shouting, “We’re full!”) Cars wrapped maddeningly around the old terminal. Station wagons and minivans rumbled, coughing black smoke. Wheels neared edges that dropped into the harbor. A bewildering ballet.After an hour in standby your brain begins to decide you're starting to get close. Only to be quickly routed into a line snaking under the ****** bridge on the far end that surely would take four hours to return from.And it amazingly it worked out pretty well for us standby folks.Tempers occasionally spilled over. I saw one dude get a donut launched at him. A slew of “’Ay, chief!” were tossed between belligerents.But mostly, folks smoked and talked sports cars. No smartphones then—so the most interesting thing you could access in the car was the radio and the hazard lights. Or Mom’s stash of nicotine gum…Once, I saw a dude sleeping on top of a mini-bus, a cot stretched out over the roof. One hand palming a Corona he miraculously held on to, the other hanging limp, palm out. Dude smelled strange—and I thought of Jesus, weirdly.
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Appledore Island Birds and Scientists and Buoy... Ambience
So there's a rocky island off the coast of Maine that looks like Ireland in miniature. The island stands a few hundred feet from an infamous axe murder site. And there are no cheap t-shirts or fudge joints (although I hear you can get Ice Cream a few islands over); this is a place where science is happening. The gull’s mate here during the summer months and the island becomes a battlefield for gull territory maintenance.My sister, Dr April Blakeslee, is a faculty member at the Shoals Marine Laboratory during early summer. Her field of study is parasites in marine organisms, and a few hosts of these parasites reside on the island (I hope I’m describing that correctly, I feel like Gull **** is an important part of the parasitic lifecycle, and that’s gross…)Dr. Blakeslee was gracious enough to plop my microphone down to record Appledore for us. I believe the microphone placement is in the central western area of the island. In this recording, you will hear birds (mostly marine, although I think I recognize a few from the mainland). There will be boat and air traffic. Insects, scientist walla, and a buoy.
Listen to the sounds of waves, the birds, sparse Beach Rd traffic, ferry and other nautical stuff from 11pm until dawn. The recording took place on a harbor beach, a few stone skips from the Black Dog Tavern (and you will find the perfect skipping stones down at the water's edge).Let the waves calm you. Let your stress go the way I’m trying to let it go after experiencing my first time time trying to use the insurance I paid extra for at the Dick’s Sporting Goods for a bike. I remember all of those consumer times where I buy something, say no to the insurance and then get, “Well if you had bought the insurance we could help you.” But haha — This ************* time I bought the ****** insurance and have been on a three week experience of “Asurion needs more photos;” I take more photos of the bicycle and upload and wait three more business days for “Asurion needs you to fill out another form.” My first claim was denied because I wrote “Bike has flat tire.” NO, they don’t cover tires, what I should’ve written was my bike has a “flat tube.” Few business days. New forms. Photos. I get that Asurion was named to paint a word picture in folks head of assurance. And I’m sure that got some ****** high-fives in the boardroom, "it’s like insurance that's an assurance. Where’s the mirror?"
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2025 Cape Cod Cicadas … Ambience
Back from a well needed North-East holiday break. I had inadvertently stumbled upon what local papers are calling “The Great Cape Cod Cicada Comeback!” That's right cicadas have emerged.And the voices (is it their voices making the noise or legs I have no idea) you are hearing were living in the ground for 17 years. So this journey for the Cape Cod cicadas began around the time “Viva La Vida” by Coldplay was #1 and Ed Norton was Bruce Banner.
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Rain with Feeling! and a Marimba... Ambience
Rain in car, plus: wipers, marimba and a pipa. "It's rain with feeling!" Look; I've been working on a new "At the..." ambience, that I wanted to release this week, but it's about a fictional dystopian California crime... And there's probably enough dystopia to go around fictional or otherwise. So... audible... the football audible not the books on tape for your phone Audible. Gawd, speaking of which... there was always that button on Playstation I would accidentally hit and "audible" would appear and the players would all change positions and I never knew what the play was so it would end in disaster and I would throw my controller and it would hit the cat and then the ****** cat would get pissed and tell all of his cat friends that I am a piece of **** which makes sense I just threw a controller at a cat I am a piece of **** but with a good excuse having accidentally dialed up some ****** option play that I run backwards for a loss and am treated to cut screens of some massive dude flexing and dunking on my 4th and like 50 and that's why I threw the ****** controller and the cat was in the way and now there is just angry cats and they have their paws around my neck
Ambient noise podcast. White noise, gray noise, machine noise, fans, ambient movie homages, and nature. This is a place for folks who want to listen to something without a narrative, news, or exciting new material from Nas. Ignore the world for a few minutes.
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