Pearoast
Light and sound combine
Late one cold winter's night, I'd been up in London for a gig and had a few bevvies. Still feeling the effects of the cider when I got to Faversham, I decided to leave the bike at the station and pick it up the following day when sober.

Unfortunately due to it being around half past 1 in the morning the buses had long since stopped and the taxis were monopolised by the troglodytes who inhabit the local area. Not wanting to sleep in the station car park and possibly catch something, I pulled my jacket tighter around me, set my mp3 player on shuffle and started the long, lonely 5 mile walk back home.

Walking through the outskirts of Faversham was alright as it was lit, but after that before the motorway junction there's a long stretch of about a mile alongside a two lane A road which is completely unlit. No houses either side, it's just fields. Approaching this bit, wearing my thick bike gloves to stop my fingers going numb, the shuffle starts to play me Echoes by Pink Floyd. For those who don't know the song it's rather epic in it's scope. The middle section drops out all music and you're left with various whistles, cries, haunting wind sounds and sonar - all very unnerving on a dark country lane. After the sonar comes in it gradually picks up and builds, each instrument layering itself on the last until it explodes into life (at around 3:57 in the linked video - listen to it all to get the full understanding).

It was at that point a police car burst over the brow of the hill ahead of me, full spotlights, lighting up the road like it was daytime. The sheer timing of the whole thing - the burst of song coinciding with the array of lights - left me stunned, and all I could whisper was "that was awesome, do it again sometime."
(jamesthegill opens new tabs with his scroll wheel, Wed 20 Jul 2011, 21:34, 9 replies)

sorry cant dont like the pink floyd i am however partial to pink wafer biscuits

( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Wed 20 Jul 2011, 22:06, closed)

This is lovely.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 20 Jul 2011, 22:10, closed)

splendid stuff
one of my very favourite songs as well.

interesting fact: the sonar sound was made with a grand piano and a funky type of speaker.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 20 Jul 2011, 22:18, closed)

nothing beats the absolute synchronicity of listening to 'welcome to the machine'
whilst in an MRI scanner.
( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Wed 20 Jul 2011, 23:07, closed)

nothing beats listening to billy conoly's d i v o r c e whilst in side your mum

( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Thu 21 Jul 2011, 8:02, closed)

or listening to Radioactivity by Kraftwerk
whilst inside the dark, dusty concrete shell of a decomissioned nuclear power station...
(Schindler's Wrist Brimful of asha and a P45, Thu 21 Jul 2011, 9:44, closed)

Echoes is great.

(Schindler's Wrist Brimful of asha and a P45, Thu 21 Jul 2011, 9:42, closed)

hoes is great
s is great
sgreat
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( fluffybunnykiller Is feasting on the clitoris of life, Thu 21 Jul 2011, 11:20, closed)

Listening to "Learning to Fly"
whilst taking off from Narita Airport, headed home. 1988. 15, stoned as a monkey, beer in hand, looking forward to sleeping in my own bed.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 21 Jul 2011, 12:00, closed)