Date recorded: August 26, 2013
Time: 10:00 pm
Location: 44°16’31.96″N, 69°22’0.76″W
Notes: Summertime in Maine, bonfire blazing. This is a SOGS [MINI] — designed for 5 minutes of pure attention.
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SOGS #15: Bees
SOGS #14: An Afternoon at Betty Acres
Date recorded: August 18, 2013
Time: 4:30 pm
Location: 42°15’35.88″N, 74°52’46.61″W
Notes: Cheese, milk, piglets, vintage milk bottles, hay bales, one pomeranian, 4 beautiful cows, and a farmer named Aissa. I spent the afternoon at Betty Acres farm — and recorded the sounds of afternoon milking.
SOGS #13: Jammin’
Date recorded: August 17, 2013
Time: 8:00 pm
Location: 42°17’2.82″N, 74°33’55.00″W
Notes: Ed Potokar invents instruments. His collection has been on display at the Orphic Gallery in Roxbury and on the evening of August 17th a group of musicians gathered to play.
SOGS #12: Mushrooming
Date recorded: August 15, 2013
Time: 7:00 pm
Location: 42° 8’18.78″N, 74°36’7.69″W
Notes: In the woods above Arkville, NY, Britney teaches Josiah and I about mushrooms .
SOGS #11: Delaware County Fair
SOGS #10: Train
Date recorded: August 10, 2013
Time: 11:00 am
Location: 42° 8’50.32″N, 74°36’58.19″W
Notes: The Ulster & Delaware used to bring travelers and goods to this part of the Catskills. Now it shuttles passengers the 24 miles from Arkville and Roxbury — along the river and past small towns and farms. You can see the train from our farm . . . and the farm from the train. Look, there it is now . . .
SOGS #9: Cassie’s Cafe
Date recorded: August 9, 2013
Time: 7:30 am
Location: 42°17’2.95″N, 74°33’54.33″W
Notes: Cassie’s Cafe, the local diner in Roxbury, NY, opens at 6 a.m. The morning coffee crew rolls in around 7:30 to have muffins, egg sandwiches and coffee, and to talk about . . . golf, mostly. Eva and Bob work the tables, and Cassie is in the kitchen.
SOGS #8: Garlic
SOGS #7: Waterfall by Night
Date recorded: August 6, 2013
Time: 11:15 pm
Location: 42°15’19.37″N, 74°35’56.05″W
Notes: Turn off State Highway 30, and scurry down a steep hill. Walk along the rocks, following the sounds of rushing water. My fellow artist in residence, Sybille, and I visited at night to hear the sounds in the dark.