Early morning organ donation (Sound Nr.1)

It Saturday morning, 9:20 am and I am dreaming of a radio playing loud music. I try to turn it down but instead it plays louder and louder. I wake up, totally frustrated but the music is still there. To be precise, it has stopped right outside my window now. Although I already know what it is I get up. Just like every Saturday morning, strangely fascinated with what I am about to see: A gigantic street organ, parked outside my house is playing fun fair music full blast. This is an unbelievably annoying but seemingly normal and tolerated Saturday morning procedure here in Rotterdam. The owner of the mobile organ gets on his vehicle again and continues the journey, while his boy walks on the footpath beside him and loudly shakes a tin with some coins in it. The street is empty. If someone ever donated, then probably to make them leave. Nobody shows up though. I watch them for a while until they chug off and the music fades. Ironic silence, as if nothing had happened. Except I am awake now.

This is my very first personal Rotterdam sound (considerably shortened) as an answer to “On photography” one of my earlier posts and a first reminiscence to “Lisbon Story” by Wim Wenders. I might in fact try a compilation of sounds when I have gathered enough of them, maybe one for each of my home-towns. Now turn up your speakers, here it is…