Love it and thanks for adding the commentary, it really adds to the story. Great to read the backstory too, the humor is so character driven. Good luck, I hope somone picks up one of your comics soon, they don’t know what they are missing out on!
Sometimes one gets used to noise. We used to live on the top of lttle hill near a main road. All night long, one could hear trucks upshifting and downshifting. Then moved out to the country. The silence was so deafening I couldn’t sleep for a while.
Differing noises can bring back memories. When I was young, my grandparents’ house was on a road used by oilfield and sugar cane trucks. It still makes me smile to think of the sounds of truck wheels whining on a blacktop road since it reminds me of Gramma and Pops.
Some years ago, I was listening to am radio. I like to listen to one radio host because he was pretty zany. Well when he came on, there was dead silence. for three hours he didn’t say a word. He woould put callers on every now and then and do the commercial spots. That was it… Funniest thing I ever listened to.
Next day when he came on he say he thought he woould get fired, got called into to talk to the manager for one thing or another but not this. Turns out that the manager didn’t even know about his stunt and no one complained.
I’ve heard the silence in the wilderness, and usually marveled at how non-silent it is (sure it’s quiet and lovely, but there’s always rustling or snapping or breeze or rain or whatever).
And I’ve heard the noise in the big city, and often marveled at how steady and inert it is (sure it’s noise all the time, but it can sound reassuringly meaningless and neutral).
The really amazing thing is the exceptions. In the wilderness it might be a howling blizzard. In the City it could be anything, and it’s awesome too: most recently, the broad silence that occurs in NYC the morning of the Marathon when the dull roar of traffic for blocks around disappears while my avenue and its side streets are all closed by dawn.
I really related to Banks’s keen senses. You can really tune in, regardless of where.
cleokaya about 15 years ago
I get up every morning to get into my hot tub, sans jets just to stare out at my lake and to listen to the sounds being described.
woodwork about 15 years ago
don’t have a hot tub, but I enjoy those same sounds all day, every day!
ejcapulet about 15 years ago
I miss squirrels and birds, in China all the animals bigger than a sparrow got eaten in the last famine.
Yukoneric about 15 years ago
One from the city hears nothing. One from the country hears everything.
Dry and Dusty Premium Member about 15 years ago
This one is good and the colors are perfect!
Sheldon A Wiebe Premium Member about 15 years ago
I’m loving these reprints with occasional commentary. Thanks for brightening my day.
vasgar1 about 15 years ago
Love it and thanks for adding the commentary, it really adds to the story. Great to read the backstory too, the humor is so character driven. Good luck, I hope somone picks up one of your comics soon, they don’t know what they are missing out on!
rshive about 15 years ago
Sometimes one gets used to noise. We used to live on the top of lttle hill near a main road. All night long, one could hear trucks upshifting and downshifting. Then moved out to the country. The silence was so deafening I couldn’t sleep for a while.
MisngNOLA about 15 years ago
Differing noises can bring back memories. When I was young, my grandparents’ house was on a road used by oilfield and sugar cane trucks. It still makes me smile to think of the sounds of truck wheels whining on a blacktop road since it reminds me of Gramma and Pops.
Wenthral about 15 years ago
Some years ago, I was listening to am radio. I like to listen to one radio host because he was pretty zany. Well when he came on, there was dead silence. for three hours he didn’t say a word. He woould put callers on every now and then and do the commercial spots. That was it… Funniest thing I ever listened to.
Next day when he came on he say he thought he woould get fired, got called into to talk to the manager for one thing or another but not this. Turns out that the manager didn’t even know about his stunt and no one complained.
bmonk about 15 years ago
Yes, but how much change does that guy with the coke can have in his pocket? LOL!
avonsalis about 15 years ago
I’ve heard the silence in the wilderness, and usually marveled at how non-silent it is (sure it’s quiet and lovely, but there’s always rustling or snapping or breeze or rain or whatever). And I’ve heard the noise in the big city, and often marveled at how steady and inert it is (sure it’s noise all the time, but it can sound reassuringly meaningless and neutral). The really amazing thing is the exceptions. In the wilderness it might be a howling blizzard. In the City it could be anything, and it’s awesome too: most recently, the broad silence that occurs in NYC the morning of the Marathon when the dull roar of traffic for blocks around disappears while my avenue and its side streets are all closed by dawn.
I really related to Banks’s keen senses. You can really tune in, regardless of where.