Call me a freak, but I enjoy noise music.

Recently, while enjoying a drink in my backyard, my neighbor had a company come in to mow their lawn. While I closed my eyes, soaked up the sun during this rather mild and enjoyable summmer we are having (I’m one happy fucking camper); I listened. The low-mid rumble and high-pitching shearing of the grass of the mower; occasionally whinning with a slight tremble of instability during tight turns. The weed whacker giving an interrupted mid-pitch whinning, beating menancingly, inconsistently, against the fence or the house; like it was being push through a compression filter. Totally a-melodic; almost robotic; but still human in delivery; just like the professionals that delivered the service. It was an experience. It was inspiring; at least enough to write this post; in part, thanks to the Laphroaig swimming in my head (at least that’s what it feels like :relieved:).

Either way, I should capture, to the best of my abilities this sound the next time they come around.

Too many field recordings are urban. It’s not something I can understand, or appreciate, being a perenial suburban or ruralite. Many more, naively, are literal field recordings. While this can be pleasant (Завмирання - Drudkh), nature has no emotion. Just as in that song, meaning is overlaid onto the recording with melody, and the recording itself seemingly manipulated for effect. So to enjoy field recordings, as I figure they were meant to be; the partially human, partially not, sounds of lawn care fit the bill.