Heloise Chainsaw and I spent the latter part of the evening reveling in the clouds of Benedryl . I placed the naked PCM recorder, without m...

A closet recording, very low volume. The door was shut completely. If you use headphones, full-ear headphones, you'll feel the house abs...

I've been at home a lot these past few days. Many of the recordings were taken in or around the confines of the house, yard and porch. N...

It is uncommon that Karen and I awaken together and leave the bed together, but last night we crashed early after a late, tasty homemade Ind...

This video was captured in the darkness of Patterson Park in Baltimore. I chose to keep the subjects dark and let the shadows narrate the up...

The autumn is my favorite time of year-not because of the change of leaves or the new congregation of migrating birds that visit for a few ...

"The point is no longer an objective description of an idea or an aesthetic form removed from so-called reality, but the way in which p...

"The visual arts' conquest of acoustic space can be described as a rejection of the Cartesian worldview, which had long found its o...

There is a commercial on Maryland Public Television that portrays a conductor sitting at his piano, hitting the keys in frustration, unable ...

Aaron, Karen and I hit the Bread Top House on Race Street to grab some pastries before meeting Aaron's wife. Eariler today we began disc...

This piece is a short ditty I composed for the newlyweds, Stephanie and Aaron D. I'm a drummer/percussionist at heart, so all of my comp...

My intention this morning was to capture the sound of water rushing through the gutters in the backyard. The capture, though, was flat and u...

Late to work this morning, as usual, but the dense rain (and no umbrella) kept me in the car for about 15 minutes. I parked beneath a tree, ...

My co-worker has had the graciousness to bring in his kids to work after the school day. Today, Allison, his middle kid, asked me to put on ...

After spending the day cleaning out the yard and preparing it for winter, I shoved the mic between a tree and a hole in the ground at the ed...

Loch Raven reservoir is an anamoly, in my eyes. After driving north for about 20 minutes one reaches the park and notices a vast array of tr...

The most striking thing about this recording is the sound that the leaves make as the wind blows through them off the water. They're dr...

A few weeks ago, on a trip to NYC, my mother told me the craziest story about her initial move to Brooklyn from Italy in the late sixties. I...

Before closing down the library for the evening, I took the mics through a "tour" of the mechanic rooms on the 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5...

After work, I walk about 10 minutes up Aigburth Road in Towson near Donnybrook Apartments. On this evening, as I dropped off my bag into the...

At two points at the end of the day, a miscalculation on my part, I threw the gear in my bag (connected!) then (the first time) walked into ...

Yesterday afternoon I received a surprise (yet anticipated) phone call from my friend Kevin Hall, a friend of ours who left for Seattle in e...

This is the second construction site recording - this time on the Campus of Towson University, which is building the second wing of its new ...

I don't necessarily want to do the dishes every night, but the prospect of coming home one evening to a sinkful (cabinet-high) of crock...

When Karen and I reached the top of the parking garage overlooking Bond and Lancaster, I immediately set up my gear nearest the side of the ...

This crossing, between storm drains, a quiet stream and Aigburth Road is an unexpected sonic cavern. When I placed the mic inside the large...

Just as one may turn her head to absorb the surrounding landscape, I used the stereo mic as a pair of eyes walking up and down the alley beh...

The lobby of Fine Arts Center at Towson University is especially resonant - not as resonant as, say, the Walters Art Gallery in Baltimore Ci...

I decided to take the mic out again to the front porch, but this time I placed it under a pile of dying tall grass, a spot that is nightly i...

This night marks a test run of the X/Y stereo mic (AT8020). It was a quiet evening on the front porch of our home. The traffic noise was sli...

A botched experiment in a tunnel in which water, seeping into its cracks and folds, created a lapping sound, not dissimilar to the slap and ...

After reading with my friend Natalie Knight at the Center for Social Justice in Albany ( http://www.albanysocialjusticecenter.org/ ), a bunc...

I spent the morning scouting the areas between Charles Park in Howard Beach and Hamilton Beach Park (I think it's called) in Hamilton Be...

Listened to a young man and a young girl trading insults a few seats away from me as the train entered Brooklyn. I used only the mics attach...

I took the mic into the basement again, but positioned it in front of the central air unit, which eminates a high-pitched rattling (as oppos...

I used the shotgun mic for this recording, but wish I had my X/Y stereo mic because I positioned myself on a footbridge straddling a small b...

This evening I took the shotgun mic into the basement and placed it a few inches from the base of our washing machine. I left the bass up, n...

This recording was made at the Maryland Renaissance festival in Anne Arundel County. I used the NTG-2 shotgun mic with the roll-off off. A m...

Below the 41st Street bridge, at Clipper Mill Road, exists an "open room" environment. The bridge is surrounded by a mooring on on...