Signifying nothing

In honor of the wet summer SLC is having, I give you this tribute: The sound of the storm is supposed to overwhelm the music. It is meant to be that way. Did I ever tell you I nearly majored in music and am a big fan of musique concrete ? I didn't? Interesting.

Editor's note:  this post was originally uploaded by Snyder to a now defunct "Silence Project."  I keep it here for archive purposes. Here is one from a few days ago recorded late at night. Nice little bit of wind, then a car ruined it. So it goes. Here is another from tonight's rain and thunder. I do have to say, Theorris' thunder/rain contribution from earlier tonight is far more epic. Still, here you go.

Well there is no silence: several cars swooshed by. The thunder is still good, however:

Editor's note:  this entry was originally published by Snyder on a now defunct "Silence Project" blog.  I post it here for archival purposes. Here are two failed attempts. Bah, car ruined it. Bah, Birds. It is hard to escape noise. So I gave up for today, I'll try again later. ... As long as I've given up for the day, here is some of tonight's rain. That is all.

Rain Study No. 5 , originally uploaded by Theorris . Being purposefully without a car exposes you to the elements affords you more opportunities to observe Beauty* in odd places much more than just running from your driveway to the porch so as not to get wet. *And yes, I a using old-fashioned capitalization here since I think Beauty is a concept (albeit a much misunderstood one) and not just some piss-poor aesthetic value system.