The Passage of a Few People Through a Rather Brief Moment in Time #153: Wall of Sound
One or more persons during a certain period drop their usual motives for movement and action, their relations,
their work and leisure activities, and let themselves be drawn by the attractions of the terrain and the
encounters they find there.
It's a bike ride.
Started by user nathansnider and user theroyalacademy.
It meets every Wednesday at 8:30pm at California Donuts #21.
We ride at 9pm.
We'll endeavor to return before the last red line trains (around midnight).
On the third year of this bike ride, you might expect:
- more inconvenient passageways
- more full moon picnics
- perhaps more "cover" versions of other people's rides, performed with amateurish enthusiasm
- certainly more amateurish enthusiasm
- pool halls
- bowling alleys
- dance parties
- imaginary histories
- scavenging for fun and sustenance
- more geocaching
- more oblique strategies
- more Oulipian constraints
- traffic median tea parties
- A medium pace (maybe not for beginners; certainly not a hustle)
- We're not in a rush; we don't need to run every light.
- Maybe some distance; maybe some hills; maybe both; maybe neither
- Victory donuts!
Wall of Sound
The lyrics were syrupy and optimistic, free of all but the barest hint of conflict. The music was happy of course,
and the tones were bright. But there was always something a little ominous in the sound, the songs'
protagonists awash in horns and strings, their voices buried in a cloud of unsettling lushness.
It was not terribly surprising, then, to learn that the producer of this sound was himself rather menacing, with a
megalomaniacal streak that had only grown wider with time - brandishing pistols and crossbows, keeping
golden coffins in the basement and finally moving into a "castle" atop a hill, at the dead end of a dead end
street, behind a most imposing gate. Nor was it surprising that our subject, after reaching such heights, should
experience a most ugly fall.
Our course this week also has its rises and falls, and perhaps it is appropriate that all this rising and falling
should occur on the day when the sun rises to its greatest height of the year? Yes. Perhaps. And perhaps
because the day has been so long, you've not noticed that you have scarcely an hour to get ready and get to
the donut shop? Go! Go! Go!
It's on the longer side this week - 30-ish miles - with some hills, a little bit of off-road riding/walking and also a
not inconsiderable number of stairways and bridges.
Talk, talk, talk...
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The hacienda must be built.