Boring Conference Buffet Prep at a Hotel Conference Center (10 Hours)

Relaxing Airport Sounds for Sleeping (10 Hours) | Calm Terminal Atmosphere Drift

This week we are waiting on a flight in some Mid-Major airport. A nice liminal space to relax or sleep with. 10 hours of airport sounds including muffled announcements, large room air-conditioning, timely takeoffs, airport denizens, and drift. ______ We’re waiting for a late-night flight to somewhere awesome, tucked into a dark corner with a view of the runway fading into the milky darkness beyond. Vehicle lights twinkle. The runway blazes with multicolored bulbs. And my favorite person, the waving double-flashlight dude (I always wondered if these folks ever pretended to be Jedis). Planes speed down the runway in the distance, like racing Christmas trees. In the 90s I had the perfect spot at Atlanta airport near my favorite eatery, Gyro Wrap (you fostered my love of the gyro, thank you Gyro Wrap). I loved watching the nighttime choreography of massive flying machines and service vehicles while awaiting that late connection to Columbia, SC, and back to my military school bunk by midnight. One trip nearly ended with me joining the Army by accident. A very stern-looking dude from the U.S. Army (reception cadre) double timed over to me as I headed for the Taxi stand of the Columbia Airport. “No gum. The hell are you chewing gum for? Take those headphones off when I’m speaking to you.” I’m like, “Uhm.” He starts laying into my posture. I wasn’t standing straight. Gum out right now. Hand outstretched to a line of people in the distance. “Eyes straight. Let’s go.” And I see a line of dudes rigid with fear. “You made all of us late—“ I jumped in, “sir, I’m sorry, I didn’t join the Army. I’m in military school. I have to catch a cab.” His eyes widened at my interruption, then his expression softened into something much friendlier—even jocular. “Ya—! Ooooh… I was about to put you on the bus.” He asked how long I had been in military school and I was like, “Six years.” “Six years? Do they not teach posture? Chest up, shoulders back…” And he clapped me on the back, "See you in a few months." I wanted to do add a "sorry but I will be attending another military school in a few months." But he was back to his charges telling them the wait would continue. Speaking of airport nostalgia, this week’s episode cover is a homage to the stellar Catch Me If You Can opening credits. Which is itself a nostalgic, Saul Bass–ish 1960s film opening. [https://www.artofthetitle.com/title/catch-me-if-you-can/] I’ve never seen Catch Me If You Can, but the credit sequence was formative in inspiring where I wanted to take my career. I should leave out that my mantra became “I will only work on documentaries or major motion picture credit sequences” (and whatever job I could get at MTV, I’ll mop the TRL studios). The Catch Me If You Can credit sequence by Kuntzel + Deygas [https://www.kuntzeldeygas.com/catch-me-if-you-can] is unassailable. And middling designers (such as myself) will make any excuse to play with others’ wonderful work and call it homage. (See my recent Matrix episode for more [https://open.spotify.com/episode/0fwnfJ3yfw5JVF9pRIjiz2?si=gzzq66uAQXm5P99NcmYLMg]). I mean, it is self-gratification. Can I say that? And leave aside the vulgar common understanding—it would be like my buying a home-run baseball on eBay. Some other person caught the ball, or ripped it from a child’s hands, put it in a box, slapped on some stamps, and shipped it across multiple states. Now I’m holding up that baseball as if I accomplished something. Then again, it was fun to make.

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). _____ Summertime! Throw on Dove Shack [https://youtu.be/KNwLm8sADTY?t=42] or a summertime mix by Jazzy Jeff and Mick Boogie [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcEADroJyCc] (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 [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKkVBvoEHog].  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.

Big Ben Ambient Drift — 10 Hours of Magical Clock Innards, Vintage BBC & London Atmosphere

Magical Big Ben belfry ambience for fighting off procrastination or for mechanically induced focus. 10 hours of Big Ben, clock innards, musical plucks, London street ambience, and classic British broadcasting. ____ If I were to quickly pitch the episode ingredients: we have a sprinkling of Big Ben, London street ambience, and a 60-year-old BBC episode I found online. Tossed together with all sorts of clocks and drifty stuff. I imagine we are amongst the bells of the belfry with an FM Radio. Enjoying whatever magical clock-mechanic sounds happen all around. (I envision the magic fits between Tinker Bell and Rube Goldberg [https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/story-behind-rube-goldbergs-complicated-contraptions-180968928/].) All of the above is meant for procrastination thumping sounds, get a bunch of work done! Ok, so lately I’ve been listening to What's All This Then [https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/whats-all-this-then-with-charlotte-mcdonnell-and/id1812045307], a delightful podcast hosted by two British expats and a guest covering British minutiae. So like beans on toast, why British folks don’t rinse their dishes after lathering them in bubbles [https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/whats-all-this-then-with-charlotte-mcdonnell-and/id1812045307?i=1000750980021], et al. During a recent episode [https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/big-ben-with-jeremy-kaplowitz/id1812045307?i=1000758166312], a host mentioned that if you were to stand at the base of the Elizabeth Tower — or, as yanks know it, “Big Ben” and listen to BBC Radio 4 [https://www.bbc.com/audio/schedules/bbc_radio_fourfm], you will hear the live recording of the bell before the sound can travel down from the heights. Radio signals travel faster than sound waves [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dwUWtyRP4c]. And that was all I needed to spiral into a manic mini-obsession over Big Ben... Also Big Ben is just the bell [https://www.guidelondon.org.uk/blog/major-london-sites/big-ben-in-london/]? I listened myself to BBC 4—the bell's gong plays at the top of the hour and the ringing is live. I also learned Humpty Dumpty wasn’t a cannon [https://bshistorian.wordpress.com/2008/10/11/putting-the-dump-in-humpty-dumpty/](?) I did my best to explain all of the above to my wife over dinner, including the Humpty bit, and she was like, “I thought Humpty was an egg?” Also, I was like, “Hon — did you know A1 is not American? And they’ve got this whole other brown meat sauce!” She's like, “This is the most boring conversation I’ve ever had.” I reminded her that she regularly shares the contents of her dreams during meals. The night before, she recounted Six Flags opening a location in our basement and the cat got lost down there. You want to talk boring? Recounting efforts to rescue a cat out of a dream-basement tilt-a-whirl. PS: Nerd stuff — if you guessed that I positioned the hands of the... Big Ben clock(?) to 7:30 as an homage to the late great emcee Big L (from his track Criminal Slang [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2tCrzXYP7U])—you would be correct. "If you 7:30, that mean you crazy..." And the title is referencing a super nerdy mash-up [https://ninjatune.net/release/keepintime/keepintime-a-live-recording] of DJ eccentrics and jazz/funk drummers. Have a nice weekend!

Overhead Projector Fan for Sleep or Meditation and No Homework (10 Hours)

Projection fan ambience for sleep, relaxation, and deep focus. 10 hours of smooth fan. No talking just continuous ambient sound.  _____ I’ve had a complicated relationship with overhead projectors. One aughts summer, my brother-in-law borrowed one from the school district, and we broadcast Rogue Squadron 2 [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Wars_Rogue_Squadron_II:_Rogue_Leader] on the side of his house. The Battle of Endor [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dqd3XJakRaE] played extra big. It was awesome. Typically, overhead projectors [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nqf1DKSXJro] haunted my high school experience (I was a terrible student). A distinctly smooth gray-noise machine aimed blurry equations, history, language, and science principles onto a pull-down screen at the front of class. Screens that were only fun going away, as a tug initiated a spring to wheel the screen back into a roll with a “clap, clap, clap.” One projector was wheeled into ninth-grade biology before the final dissection of the trimester: a pig heart. And the class needed to take note of how we were to cut the pickled organ. It was to be my first dissection of the year—the other two times I had gotten a pass with a “because my religion” excuse (it was the ’90s, I went to a southern military school with its own church on campus). The "my religion" excuse failed the third attempt after my teacher asked, “What is your religion?” And I was like, “eh... Lutheran?” “Lutherans have a problem with dissection?” “I think?” The teacher called my parents and asked if they were comfortable with my cutting up a pig heart, and found out my mother was a cardiologist.

Boring Conference Buffet Prep at a Hotel Conference Center (10 Hours)

Conference buffet kitchen prep for sleep, relaxation, and deep focus. 10 hours of distant sales talk over kitchen prep. No surprises—just continuous ambient sounds. ____ Because there’s too much stimulation, too much feverishness, and too many dastardly individuals transmitted into our handhelds. Private spaces invaded by tense horse****. And learn how to ****** swear in print, Variety [https://variety.com/2026/film/news/robert-downey-jr-social-media-influencers-future-1236739305/]. Their headline: “Robert Downey Jr. Says ‘It’s Absolute Horses—’ to Declare That Social Media Influencers Are the ‘Stars of the Future'" caught many off guard. All yesterday I was sitting on the s—ter, amused by folks dunking on “horses—” as if it could be a synonym for “golly jeepers” or some s—. And no shade to Doctor Doom [https://www.motionpictures.org/2026/04/cinemacon-2026-avengers-doomsday-trailer-reveals-robert-downey-jr-s-dr-doom/]; I am a big fan of “horses—.” “Bulls—” is shopworn… To me, the animals— rankings would be: 1. Bats— 2. Horses— 3. Chickens— What were we talking about? Ah, villainy… awful people who won’t settle for just control; they want their touchdown dance and an audience for it. As if Neil Armstrong were to land on the moon’s surface and radio back, “That’s one small step for man, one giant f— you!!” That’s why this week we are aiming for mild horses—. A boring gathering at the third-best hotel in your city for conferences (and fourth for weddings). Where the speeches drone and the Chicken à la King swims in chafing dishes warmed over for lunchtime. PS it would be goldfishs— if you didn't follow us on your favorite podcast provider. And hi, moms! HMD