The sound of snow falling

In the afternoon of 20 March at Goldsmiths, it suddenly snowed. It last for less than 30 min, I guess, and no snow was accumulated in the street to be traced. Seeing snow falling was a very nice experience. It was very beautiful.
However, I have never heard any sound from snow falling.

Yoko Ono once made an instruction as an artwork that invited people to tape the sound of snow falling...
Tape Piece III (Snow Piece):

Take a tape of the sound of snow falling.
This should be done in the evening.
Do not listen to the tape.
Cut it and use it as strings to tie gifts with.
Make a gift wrapper, if you wish, using the same process with a phonosheet.

She also composed a song Listen, The Snow is Falling:

Listen the snow is falling over town
Listen the snow is falling everywhere
Between Empire State Building
And between Trafalgar Square
Listen the snow is falling over town

Listen the snow is falling over town
Listen the snow is falling everywhere
Between your bed and mine
Between your head and my mind
Listen the snow is falling over town

Between Tokyo and Paris
Between London and Dallas
Between your God and mine
Listen the snow is falling everywhere

Snow dream
Snow fall
Snow fly
Listen
Listen

Back to Goldsmiths College...
For those people who work indoors without having a window, they would not know that snow was falling beautifully for a while. Without the existence of the sound or visual trace of snow, they missed it. Unless someone shouts aloud with excitement-- Snow, snow, it is snowing!

My favourite London sound

Peter Cusack mentioned about a Japanese girl whose favorite London sound was the sound of frying onions in her kitchen. The reason she said so was because she just came from Japan to London not long ago. When she was frying onions, the sound of frying made her feeling like being home in Japan. By knowing her preference of London sound, we can learn that she was homesick and the sound was nostalgic for her.
As I have been living in London for quite a few years, I do enjoy listening to many sounds of London. Nevertheless, there is a sound that always touches my heart of missing home. That is the sound emitted from the P. A. system of the Piccadilly line saying-- 'this train is for Heathrow Airport'. When I hear it, I cannot stop wishing that I could take this train and get off at the airport. Then by simply taking the plane, I can return to my family in Taiwan! Yes, I am almost there! Just take this train and get off at Heathrow Airport! I am almost there!
It is always my happiest moment when I can actually complete this wish!

Hot Fuzz

I went to see the film Hot Fuzz. At the end of the film, the police officers Nicholas and Danny were about to start another mission by turning on the siren of their police car. Because they enjoyed working as police officers, Danny said to Nicholas happily-- 'Bring up the noise!'
Haha! Although I always hate hearing the piercing siren, the film makes me realise that these two men actually enjoy hearing it! It makes them high! ^_^
Enjoy what you do and where you are. Then you would enjoy the soundscape around you! ^_^

Surrounded sounds of football fans cheering

Last evening, on 17 March, I was walking in the left-hand side of New Wanstead Road from north toward the Wanstead station. The road allowed traffic to operate on both directions and each of them had 1 lane. On my left-hand side, there were shops with displayed windows. On my right-hand side across the road, there were a trendy pub, a traditional pub and a cafe.
As I walked close to this section, I started to hear football fans cheering and singing so loudly and happily. They probably just won a goal. I thought the sounds came from my left-hand side. But after scanning at shops one after the other one, I could not see any crowd. Suddenly, I discovered that the cheering sounds were from the pubs on my right-hand side! I then realised that it was the reflective effect-- those glasses of the displayed windows were cheering with the fans, too!
Being so impressed by this special experience, I stopped with my mouth widely opened, then followed by a big smile... ^_^
What an interesting soundscape we have!

Sounds of home

In the Sounder Space conference, Nigel raised the question: 'What are the sounds that tell us-- we are home?' This question touches me very much. Nevertheless, what are my answers for it?
When I am in Taiwan, my family's voices and laughter, TV news, mum cooking, Pa chatting on the phone, Pa walking with sounds of slippers, Ma making coffee...
When I am in London, I don't feel home. Sounds that make me feeling like being at home are... MSN jingles, maybe. It is my only connection with friends in Taiwan.
Oh, a new sound that tells me that I arrive (London) home is the creaky sound made by the small rusty metal door when I push it to enter the front yard of the house. I wonder if the number of sounds that can tell me 'I am home' will increase in the future. Perhaps it has been, simply I have been refusing to accept them!