Looking Up on Jackson Street.

On Jackson Street I found a sundry assortment of noises. For the most part they were pleasant - but I suppose that is subjective. I rested for a moment in the courtyard of the Juneau Village Towers, and thought to myself, "this is a very peaceful place." Later on I found out that my dad, sometime in the eighties, heard a man throw himself from one of the Juneau Village apartment complexes. He heard the man committing suicide; he didn't see it. In retrospect, it seems haunting, and a little bit ironic that I would be sitting there twenty-some years later searching for interesting sounds.

Listen.





























September 21, 2008
10:56 A.M.