Jan 09, 2009 18:31
lately, and sometimes, it is difficult to sleep. the house is little and big, and quiet and sometimes creepy. in an email to my mother i say something like "lately i am having a tough time falling asleep kind of". my mother reminds me about how i was very little and would ask for the furnace to be turned on when i went to bed, more for the hum than the heat. it is true, my sleeping is in need of aural ambiance.
i don't remember asking to have it energized nightly, but i do rank my parents' furnace among one of the most pleasing sounding mechanisms ever assembled by humanity, or at least a distinct furnace manufacturer from the 1970's, perhaps now defunct. my parents' furnace produces a brilliant white noise, a high quality baritone whir. it is beautiful.
perhaps on my next visit to my hometown, i will conceal a recording device on my person, and i will infiltrate my parents' house as i have done so many times before, and i will tamper with the thermostat and i will perform field recordings of the furnace in action, and i will loop the resulting tape using software, and i will manufacture a compact disc with 73 minutes and 85 seconds of furnace noise, and the sound will emanate from a small stereo beside my bed for ever and ever. perhaps there is not even a need to be so sneaky in the capturing of the furnace sound.
i will be among the ancestors of a people who google the sound of my childhood furnace for syncing to their 22nd century ipod, if people will still sleep anymore by then.