Are machines Singing to you?

I have noticed recently that there are periods of intense harmony and disharmony occurring in my world. Only in the last few days, there have been times when the usual mechanical bleeps in a supermarket have turned into a melodic symphony. My Girlfriend noticed this too.

At other times, there have been intense disharmonies, arguments, fights, random accidents. all occurring close in time to each other. Like waves...

I hope this is the right forum, has anyone else noticed this? I started noticing it this saturday (21st).

Some motors can play a song. Just like a speaker.

I believe that something is occuring to the human race.

Not quite sure what though. But funnily enough i was having a similar conversation today about waves of ...... whatever it is.

Drugs will do that to you

No really, sometimes I think that I built such an awesome computer with my own two hands that I am its god. We are one.

Man, I wish those Cylons would stop playing All Along The Watchtower! They already chased us from the 12 Colonies, to Kobol... And don't get me started about New Caprica!

There's too much confusion. I can't get no relief.

Yeah they do, when I push play, the mp3 player sings to me.

The other day I was at the counter of my cafe/bookstore talking with a friend when all five drip-coffee timers went off in succession, one right after the other.

As the barista (my friend whom I was chatting with) instinctively turned to shut off the timers, we both noticed simetaneously that the beepers were playing a rather cute, catchy "tune" based off their respective beeping.

The two baristas working that day, and myself included, are all musicians -and we immediately caught the "tune" that was going on so we let the beeping continue long enough to add some off the cuff lyrics while another barista was tapping out a drumbeat on the bottom of some coffeecups.

It lightened the mood for everyone present that day, and was a nice, refreshing change from the regular humdrum cafe routine for workers and customers alike.

Smiles and laughter were everywhere while this was going on, and a few of the older customers even shook their heads disapprovingly as if to silently convey "Ugh. Kids and their "music" these days!" before rolling their eyes at the situation and trying not to crack a smile.

Yeah.

Our cafe is a little weird.

Originally posted by mr-lizard
I believe that something is occuring to the human race.

Not quite sure what though. But funnily enough i was having a similar conversation today about waves of ...... whatever it is.

Something definitely has changed about the way a lot of people around me have been thinking, and it shows in the way they look. More Real, more Normal.

I have certainly felt less like hiding my feelings, tired of doing so in a way, just to be polite, the British thing, etc.

These feel like foothills to the mountains of waves of.. "Whatever It Is".. that I feel are coming after it.

Each one of these waves has brought some kind of evolution, one in which I value my material world (our possessions, people, places around us) in a new modified way, more in terms of energy flows. "how much time does this take?", "can i use this time to be more productive?", "Am I wasting fuel and time to go to this place?" etc etc

Perhaps these are like some kind of birth contractions in spacetime, gravity waves, gamma particles, neutrino showers, Galactic Superwave ripples or "Whatever It Is", it feels different from previous times. These little ripples look like the beginning of what we have been waiting for, In My Humble Opinion.

What do you feel, Brothers and Sisters?

And So It Begins. [Kosh - Babylon5]

reply to post by GENERAL EYES

There, that's Exactly what I mean!

I am too a musician and editor, and I have a very sharpened sense of rhythm and syncopation. You need it to play in a band and to do stuff like lip-synch..

By the way, I'd love to come to your cafe..

Originally posted by Techsnow
No really, sometimes I think that I built such an awesome computer with my own two hands that I am its god. We are one.

So does it sing to you? Are the notes that the fans make annoying or soothing? does it hum benevolently or growl menacingly? is this computer in your own image?

that sort of thing...

When I bought my current home about 4 years ago, the previous owners kind of hinted that I may hear some "unusual noises," but they hastened to attribute it to the age and size of the house... It's a 5700 square foot two-story with 11 fireplaces, built in 1910. So, I expected to hear drafty noises, wind in the chimneys and such.

After living here for about six months, I got into a routine of working at my computer for most of the night and sleeping late the next day. It was while working into the wee hours that I first heard the singing.

Just on the edge of my hearing, I started catching this very faint, wispy and intermittent string music and a woman's soprano voice singing these long, warbling notes...like something from a Puccini opera, right? At first I thought it was my wife's CD player upstairs; however, upon investigating, I'd find her asleep and her CD player silent.

After a few weeks of listening to this opera in the middle of the night, it really started getting on my nerves, to the extent that I would stop working and wander around the house looking in earnest for its source. I found, oddly enough, that the noise seemed to be coming from the kitchen; however, by the time I reached the kitchen and began snooping around, the opera music would cease.

Yes, I started to suspect that the house was haunted.

After a couple of months, I was positively distracted by the phantom opera and its ghostly soprano, so much so that I couldn't even work for more than a few minutes at a time without stopping to listen for the music. When I did hear it, I'd leap up and hurry to the kitchen, almost always arriving just as the noise faded away.

So... One night I chose not to work; instead, I placed a dining room chair squarely in the middle of the kitchen and sat down to wait for the opera. After about an hour, the music began — my skin was crawling because it was such a mournful lament. I slowly turned my head this way and that to get a fix on the source, and just as the music ended I was pretty sure it was coming from the refrigerator.

Moving the chair closer to the fridge, I waited again. Perhaps another hour passed. Then the strange, lonely opera crept back for a few more seconds before fading away. It was definitely coming from the refrigerator.

At about 2:00 AM, the music returned, and this time I threw open the refrigerator's double doors to listen. My patience was rewarded, as the volume of the music easily doubled when I opened the doors, and I was able to pinpoint the source immediately.

It was the ice-maker water filter. Roughly every hour or so, the ice-maker quietly squeezed out a fresh rack of ice cubes, and the reservoir would refill with water. For the few seconds that the water was flowing, the filter would whine and warble right on the fringes of audibility, but just enough to irritate the hell out of me.

Of course, it was my mind that assigned the noise its operatic quality. After a good 3 month run, I closed down the production by simply installing a new filter.

— Doc Velocity

Yes - machines sing to me.
sometimes - I hear full symphonies -
sometimes just little ditties -
have heard this since childhood.
It's a wonderful way to experience your world.
Music everywhere.


[edit on 25-3-2009 by spinkyboo]