Today when I stepped out of my building, I heard the familiar sound of one of these festivals. I hadn't thought about it until that moment, but they all seem to have the same sound. That sound is made up of:
- The discordant sound of several songs of various different songs being played through bad speakers with the bass turned up
- The hum of many generators and compressors
- Young children screaming, between them expressing the entire range of human emotions
- A dozen cars idling while waiting for parking spots
- Somewhere in there, countless conversations in a variety of languages and accents.
But today the weirdest thing happened. I heard the sound as soon as I left my building, but when I arrived at the park, it was empty. I could still hear the music and everything as I strolled across the open grass, but the only people there were a largish family barbecue. Clearly the sound was coming from another part of downtown, but with sound reverberating off of buildings, you couldn't decipher what direction it was coming from.
So I had the lonely experience of wandering around largely empty streets, hearing a party going on all around me that I somehow couldn't see. Eventually I found the source: the main street closed-off for a motorcycle show. Despite stereotypes, it seemed like a really happy, cordial get-together. I even saw a couple of places where Harleys were parked next to Japanese bikes.
Eventually I got to the cafe I had been headed for, and when I walked in, it was completely empty of all people and furniture. Had I not already known they were going to move next-door at some point this summer, I probably would have lost my remaining sanity right there.
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