Dogs make one of the most hideous sounds imaginable. And no, the sounds of nature aren’t a bloody din. They are quite relaxing and peaceful. They are far less irritating than sounds in the city.
Dogs can play the trombone?
No. Barking is absolutely awful.
Well I wouldn’t go that far. It’s got goood transport links to the City, and it’s quite close to Epping Forest, which is quite lovely.
OK, I’ve checked with a musician friend, and I’m almost certain you’re wrong about dogs being able to play the trombone.
She reckons that they don’t have the necessary facial musculature to form an adequate embouchure. Also their legs would be too short to work the slide. Unless it was a big dog. Like maybe an Akita.
I’m dying, RobDog!
You have to shave the dog before it can play any form of wind instrument. And forget face muscles, a dog plays out of its ass.
I grew up at the end of a dirt road, half a mile from the main road. I lived in Brooklyn and loved it, but it go too expensive once I got married and had a kid. We live inside the DC Beltway now, and I wouldn’t like it if I couldn’t walk to the grocery store. I can visit my parents on the farm for a week or so, but that’s about it.
I like the idea of living in a city far more than actually living in a city. The constant noise and all the people make me mental. Not being able to get an apartment with a washer/dryer in it drives me nuts.
The actual country would be lovely if I had more people in my household (one isn’t enough to keep a truly country place going).
As it is now, I’d love to live in a smallish New England town. However, I can’t afford Lexington or Concord… 
(No, seriously, I love going to New Harbor, ME, which is a fairly small-town area, and would love to live there. Small enough that people know each other, and large enough that I wouldn’t need a tractor. Probably.)
you do realize that you replied to a two year old thread?
Well, the pace of life is much slower in the country, you see…
Boom.
My old man had a fondness for the country, and he refused to live anywhere near a major city, large town, decent sized hamlet, or even a major highway.
Thus, I grew up about 300 miles from anywhere.
When I moved out to start my own life, I swore I’d never live more than an hour’s drive from a major population hub, ever again. And I have yet to regret that decision.
And conversely, a day once came that I said “Fuck this big city life, and furthermore, take this job and shove it”. I quit my job and relocated to a rural outback area, where I lived for 15 years. I swore that I’d go live in a hollow tree before I ever moved back to a big city. I’ve moved back to some big cities since (because reasons) but now I’m living in a smallish little farm community.
I never regretted for a moment all the time I lived out in the sticks. I wish I still could.
Here is a photo of one of the places I lived for several years. Bestest place I EVER lived! Like moving back to the Garden of Eden. Hardly a day goes by now, that I don’t miss it.
I am a country boy at heart too. I grew up on 100 acres of our own adjacent to several thousand acres of completely undeveloped land outside of a small town of 1,300 people with few other things around (the nearest hospital was 40 miles away). I literally disappeared for days sometimes in the woods growing up and just slept out there by myself and even built my own primitive log cabin. My parents encouraged it. That was the one part of growing up that was idyllic.
I moved to New Orleans for college and, while it is a great city, it is still a big city and I went into serious stress and depression just by having all those people around. I wanted the opposite for grad school so I went to Dartmouth and sought out the most remote housing I could find just over the Vermont border. I found a farm house that some stockbrokers from NYC used as a ski and party destination sometimes but they needed someone to be there just so the place didn’t get raided because it was so remote. For $300 a month (in 1997), I got a 3,000 square foot house with 40 acres of land included just for me the vast majority of the time. I loved it although there was a catch. The addition to the house that I lived in wasn’t well insulated at all and would not get over 55 degrees even with the furnace turned on full blast. I solved that problem with an electric blanket. There were also no utilities other than running water, heat and electricity. There was no phone, no mailing address and no snow plowing. Internet service there was out of the question at the time and it probably still is today. I literally had to park at the base of the mountain and hike to the house about half a mile away when it snowed because the isolated road was completely impassible at least for my small pickup truck at the time. If anything happened in that house, I was completely on my own without any possible way to get help. It was truly peaceful and awesome and I would do it again in a second if I didn’t have any other responsibilities now.
I had to move to Boston after that which many people consider one of the more desirable U.S. cities because of the mass transit, cultural activities and general hustle and bustle. I figured out quickly that all such things have extreme negative appeal to me. I don’t do public transportation at all and, while I like the general idea of things like museums, sporting events and theater, I hardly ever go to them even when they are offered as a reward. Too many people in one place set me on edge.
I found a good compromise of living in the distant Boston suburbs with a remote commute into an even more rural area but even that isn’t going to cut it in the long term. When my daughters are out of high school, I fully plan to go back to my roots and completely rural yet again as long as the location is chosen carefully. My needs are simple and can be met easily especially with online shopping. I wouldn’t lose anything if I moved to any place that UPS delivers.
I think it is outstanding that most people seem to like to crowd up in places like NYC or Chicago that I can barely stand for a weekend. Concentrate those masses so that there is plenty of unobstructed nature and free land for people like me.
zombie or no
the sounds of nature in the country.
the sounds of the whip-poor-will in a tree, all fucking night long so you can’t get to sleep. then in the day the woodpecker; tap tap tap, you know why wood is so nice for musical instruments because it resonates. all fucking day tap tap tap, you can hear it in the house with the windows closed. tap tap tap. then at night the sounds of the whip-poor-will in a tree, all fucking night long so you can’t get to sleep. and the coyotes howling through the night maybe coming after your chickens. the occasional gunshot in the distance because someone didn’t like that fucking woodpecker or that fucking chicken eating coyotes.
compare that to the big city. some traffic noise. neighbor playing the game loud. some sirens. the occasional gunshot in the distance.
That is beautiful man. I believe that was inspired byWalt Whitman’s final poem or maybe it was Robert Frost, Jack Kerouac or somebody like that. No shit though, a whiperwill or maybe a wild turkey just sang to me through my sliding glass door while I reading that and it really spoke to me. You can bet your ass that it sounds better than uncomfortably close neighbors fighting over money or a Facebook post. Gunshots in rural areas mean somebody just scored a nice dinner for their family. The equivalent in urban areas means that somebody is going to prison and you might have to testify. I will take the former.
How *you *doin’? 
To adequately address how stupid this is would probably get me in trouble. Unless you were being sarcastic.
Other wonderful aspects of large cities are: smog, traffic congestion, terrible parking, and the urban heat island effect.
The urban heat island effect is deadly. It also raises air conditioning costs. Smog is also injurious.