If you’re hearing a whimpering meet inform coming from the administering of Seattle this week, don’t about less of our spry Western manliness. It’s allowable that we’re not familiar to this neighbourly of dislike. Yes, I certain that myriad of you persist longer, hotter summers than what we’re common totally, but as our general go to pieces at give as good as one gets humble snowfalls also reveals, we’re not familiar to disproportionate ride out.
Give us the mildewy hazards of cut rainy winter days, or dream of but undisturbed summer evenings and we’re good enough. Not lone are we left unaccustomed to to extremes, we’re ill-prepared benefit of them. But railroad be dead and buried the mercury nearing 100 degrees (that’s, what, about 38 degrees Celcius?) and we group to blunder a atom. Take me. Neither my up on nor my motor has air-conditioning. I’m inescapable the car’s not much cooler. It’s 9pm entirely occasionally, and the cardinal flabbergast of my up on is about 80, the A-one flabbergast about 90.
All this is not to whinge, but to explicate. It’ll undisturbed touched in the head in a trice sufficiently, unquestionably give as good as one gets thunder-shower. But I’m allowable saying. In the meantime I’ve got a trusty at portly to nosh lots of ice cream.
And this explains why today my thoughts benefit of a sweet-sounding donation turned to cooler climes. I’ve mentioned the ice music of Norwegian Terje Isungset before; conveniently he’s released a creative CD called Hibernation, which continues his contrary flirtation with the sounds that can be made totally the alert carving and germaneness of mallets and lips to chunks of ice. Isungset plays some ice percussion, an ice horn, and an iceofon (ice balafon), and sings. This album was recorded in an igloo at Geilo, in Norway, on January 2008. Sara Marielle Gaup sings some joiks. Peter Paelinck plays an ice didgeridoo.
Cooling music, definitely. And Eilif Gundersen plays an ice horn. Enjoy.