Thursday, June 26, 2008

Every kayaker needs a compass

Tonight there was quite definitely the sound of a cicada coming from the bush under the sign by the carpark outside the Newtown Sportsbar and liquor store.

I shit you not.

One solitary cicada, months out of season, rubbing his little noisemakers and exhibiting a longevity that would do a centennarian proud.

I really wanted to stop and say something to the plucky little blighter. "Look, what are you DOING? It's the middle of winter. GET BACK TO BED!"

Instead I played him some Glen Brown out of my headphones.

Glen Brown and King Tubby - Father For The Living Dubwise (1.86 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)



Didn't shut him up, though.

3 comments:

Robyn said...

Cicadas make the best noises. You must go to this website and click on the 17-Year Cicada noise. And then sample it.

The Cicada: Nature's Car Alarm

or

The Cicada: Nature's BBC Radiophonic Workshop

lovebites said...

i like cicadas
and one in winter is a good omen
i am sure

Anonymous said...

I played him some Glen Brown out of my headphones.

there was no cicada in this moment, was there hunter? really, is this what teh drugz do?

heh.