10 Hours of Relaxing Summer Ambience | Front Yard Sounds, Birds & Distant Ice Cream Truck Drift

This week we have a Summertime Vibe, a bright nostalgic front-yard audio space.

10 hours of summer sounds: sprinklers, birds, lawn mowing, some drift and sounds inspired by the heard but never seen ice cream truck. (Anyone have kids? My kids never hear "do the dishes," but they can geolocate an ice cream truck 3 neighborhoods away based on the jingle volume).

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Summertime! Throw on Dove Shack or a summertime mix by Jazzy Jeff and Mick Boogie (after listening to this week’s ambience). Or everything at once with Peruvian takeout and a karate kick to that rotten bastard who cut you off in traffic. Huzzah! Summertime!

I hope everyone has a safe and memorable season. Maybe let the outside world do what it does and embrace some selective apathy. Take some time for yourself and those who are important to you.

One easy step: turn off cable and commercial news.

Cable news is a for-profit industry staffed by people who fill on-air time with content intended to hold eyeballs hostage so they can expose viewers to commercials of erectile dysfunction pills. Pretty easy task—just stage an on-air Chuck E. Cheese fight.

Cable news producers invite hacks and debate freaks willing to put their reputations on the line to mock victims of war or shout at each other. “Get your ******* hand out of my face!” is a much simpler way to stack the ENPS rundown of their show than gather or vet stories.

Has anyone ever sidled up to you with erectile medications during a restaurant fight? Maybe they should? In the real world, shouting “Bro, eat my fist!” is going to grab a lot of eyeballs—you could then conceivably sell stuff.

Give it a try: initiate a ridiculous argument over at the Skee-ball machine. Then switch to, “Everyone! All of you should buy my **** pills!”

No one would be okay with that.

Look, when you flip your TV to cable news channels, you are not witnessing anything. They are actively taking your eyes through cringe and anger before mushing your face into banking ads and mounds of fast-food meat.

And you still won’t know what is actually happening in the world.

**** them, it’s summertime.