There are certain sounds that don’t require anything at all to improve them. You have to know what I mean, or if you don’t, you’ve listened to too many special effects noises to understand it. But I’m willing to bet you have your own most beautiful sounds.
Mine include the country music from my neighbor’s garage.
The clank of forks and spoons outside kitchen screen doors.
Laughs and calls from the kids riding bikes on the road.
Eric Church turned up way too loud on 70’s speakers.
The revving engine of a car that still won’t run for very long.
The tinkle of snowflakes blown against a metal roof and Andersen windows.
Motorbikes and pick-up trucks on dirt and rocks.
Dogs barking at an imaginary threat and a man’s voice telling them to stop.
Rototillers and chainsaws and snowmobiles.
Wind. Strong, gusty, fall winds and pounding rain.
They mean something, represent something. They are the most wonderful sounds in the world to me; even including ocean surf in the equation. Whether there are clouds or golden sunsets, doesn’t matter. Hearing those things means home, even if home is wherever I am at the time, and there is no music quite as lovely or as true.