sounds like fall
I heard somewhere that our sense of smell is the sense most closely linked to our long term memories. I don't disagree with that, but for me I also tend to associate sounds with events. I took a week off last week to enjoy some down time at home, and it was well worth it. Here is a list of the sounds I heard, and the circumstances that surrounded each one.
1) "The Call to Post" This is the short little tune the bugler plays at Keeneland before each race. I was at the track 4 days over the past week with family and friends, so I got to hear this sound about 40 times. Trust me, it never gets old.
2) "Go baby, go!" This is the battle cry of the horse track gambler cheering for the horse he/she just bet the farm on. The Commonwealth of Kentucky makes a distinction between "wagering" which is what you do at a horse track and "gambling" which you only do at casinos. I think this distinction is ridiculous.
3) "My Old Kentucky Home" This Stephen Foster classic is played before each UK home football game. This weekend I watched LSU lose to UK in triple overtime. The rude LSU fans started some stupid cheer during the singing of "My Old Kentucky Home" which may be a contributing factor to their demise. It clearly (and understandably) irritated the UK fans, for whom this song is at least as important as the national anthem, if not more so. Also, LSU racked up 103 yards of penalties which didn't help anything. I was of course wearing purple, because Ella is an LSU alum. Next week, I'll switch back to blue and white, thank you very much.
4) "[insert incredibly obvious comment about how a football game works, spoken like a true Neanderthal]" That's the sound of John Madden calling a football game. Sunday afternoon we went to Harry's pub to watch some NFL games and catch up with friends.
5) "Screeeeech Awwwwwk Awwwwwk" This is familiar sound of a screech owl. I get to hear it every Monday morning at 6AM when I arrive at Bluegrass Airport. They pipe the recorded sound of a screech owl, loudly, ALL AROUND THE AIRPORT PERIMETER to scare off other birds. It's a lovely way to start any travel experience. Yes that's right, I'm back on the road this week. It's raining in San Francisco right now.
1) "The Call to Post" This is the short little tune the bugler plays at Keeneland before each race. I was at the track 4 days over the past week with family and friends, so I got to hear this sound about 40 times. Trust me, it never gets old.
2) "Go baby, go!" This is the battle cry of the horse track gambler cheering for the horse he/she just bet the farm on. The Commonwealth of Kentucky makes a distinction between "wagering" which is what you do at a horse track and "gambling" which you only do at casinos. I think this distinction is ridiculous.
3) "My Old Kentucky Home" This Stephen Foster classic is played before each UK home football game. This weekend I watched LSU lose to UK in triple overtime. The rude LSU fans started some stupid cheer during the singing of "My Old Kentucky Home" which may be a contributing factor to their demise. It clearly (and understandably) irritated the UK fans, for whom this song is at least as important as the national anthem, if not more so. Also, LSU racked up 103 yards of penalties which didn't help anything. I was of course wearing purple, because Ella is an LSU alum. Next week, I'll switch back to blue and white, thank you very much.
4) "[insert incredibly obvious comment about how a football game works, spoken like a true Neanderthal]" That's the sound of John Madden calling a football game. Sunday afternoon we went to Harry's pub to watch some NFL games and catch up with friends.
5) "Screeeeech Awwwwwk Awwwwwk" This is familiar sound of a screech owl. I get to hear it every Monday morning at 6AM when I arrive at Bluegrass Airport. They pipe the recorded sound of a screech owl, loudly, ALL AROUND THE AIRPORT PERIMETER to scare off other birds. It's a lovely way to start any travel experience. Yes that's right, I'm back on the road this week. It's raining in San Francisco right now.
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