In the sketchy neighborhood near the warehouse a piece of crap supertuner import hot rod, driven by a guy in a neon yellow shirt and white wraparound sunglasses, revs its engine as it passes.
This is the sound it makes when you rub the plastic frames of a pair of thick-rimmed, black polo ralph lauren brand glasses against a green piece of foam used to cover a microphone and reduce wind.
A long ambient piece recorded during a california drizzle. You can hear a bike pass and then a handful of cars from street level. The rain is continuous but very light. Nonetheless, the piece is very dense.
