For reasons unknown to my everyday conscious, waking self I went camping during the brutal summer we recently survived. The place was one of fond childhood memories--perhaps that was the source of the impulse. The days were scalding, but the nights were densely languid; gravid with possibility. When revisiting these recordings I'd find myself in a reverie, several minutes having unaccountably vanished while I was completely immersed in sound; I'd call it nostalgia, but that seems facile. These sounds aren't mired in the past, but a hope for the future, for continuity, I think. At any rate, I'm sure their pull will not be so strong for you as it is for me, but perhaps they'll remind you of your own lost significant sounds.

Westwood Shores, TX, August 22, 2009
3m01s 3.09MB stereo VBR mp3 (click above to download)