The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Music in the air...

The bugs are back!  The air is filled with the most wonderful and ethereal sounds, free music.  They are cigarras or chicharas and must be in the cicada family and right now I am completely surrounded by their loud and insistent singing.  It sometimes gets so loud, I break out laughing. 
I think this is a female, because she did not sing and I waited and waited... Only the males singand do so  by vibrating plates, or tymbals, located on either side of their abdomens.  Crazy, huh?  Something to do with sex, I think ;-)  And they hide quite well..
Listen for yourself:

1 comment:

Julie Schubert said...

I remember listening to them at Monte Alban.....I was transfixed. I knew they were cicadas, but their sound was different than ours here in the Southwest.....couldn't wait to bring my guy back so he could record them. (Alas....when I finally got him to Oaxaca, it was the wrong season for cicadas).