curious places I have discovered.

I walked along the river bank. The not yet green foliage seemed to be tall and alive, that is until I came upon a bridge. This structure towered over the entire space in which I was trying find small soundscapes that hid beneath the city. For all I knew this could have been the Golden Gate bridge or the great Mackinac Bridge that connects the lower penninsula of Michigan with my home-land, the upper penninsula. The bridges dynamics were huge, like a hump back whale leaping out of the ocean next to a school of herring.
It certainly seemed this way considering the contrast of my vision and the sense of noise I was trying to record. In one sense I considered this an accomplishment. I was entrenched in the miniscule world of bugs and creatures of the night, I have tuned out the larger for the pure concentration of my mission. In another sense I felt my complete naivity was broken and I needed to move on so I did.
I walked up the trail in which I came down, and up a steep hill to bridge level, I caught a nice view of the milwaukee skyline, and continued on with every intention of calling it a night. I got back to my neighborhood around the midnight hour. My neighborhood that which thrives on the lively nights, long mornings and lazy afternoons. Curiously I put my headphones back on, I distinctively heard the noise of a muffled electric guitar, in the not too far off distance. I certainly didn't need the headphones the closer I got to the source. I took them off as soon as I saw where to go. A white door on the side of a oceanic blue house. It seemed to be guarded by a black leather jacket, but he was simply enjoying a smoke. I slowly stepped into the house, and paused before I walked down a dark, dirty hallway that was lined with young subtereaneans. I saw a bright yellow light that I walked towards until the stage revealed itself. Five figures stood; tuning their instruments and building the audiences anticipation. I quickly realized that these weren't the Kerouacian subtereaneans I am accustomed to. The lead singer looked like a young Lou Reed and I fully expected to hear him softly sing "new age" or "stephanie says." Someone offered me a PBR, I accepted. ....