you're riding in a car, southwest usa. grand canyon to be exact...

i've always enjoyed old radio show broadcast's, especially the spooky ones, with wind, and creeky hinged door sounds. the ones where they'd create the sounds using handmade or constructed objects. ie. a real person walking over gravel to imitate a person walking over gravel, shaking metal sheeting to conjure thunder..

it was a time before television, when the listening, (not necessarily watching) audience were forced to use a bit more of their imagination; to fill in the moods and atmospheres suggested by mere dialogue and sound effects.

i was reading a bit from one of my journal entries recently, something i'd reflected on, about a family vacation some years back. feeling a bit melancholic, with the company of a couple glasses of white wine, i got to wandering about recording my voice. it was a rainy sunday, mid-afternoon, so i started reading aloud..


zSHARE - rainy sunday 43.mp3