bfields wrote:Hey, does anybody want to help repopulate Lincoln park with cicadas? I'm thinking we get a few F150's and drive out to some cook county forest preserve, load 'em up, and then drive on down to Fullerton and the lake. This could be our time! Right here!

Bfields,

I'm in on this idea, though on a slightly smaller scale. Instead of Ford pick up trucks, I'm thinking of our sedans; instead of oil drums on our flatbeds, I'm thinking of a plastic pickle buckets in our trunks.

From Farmer's Field to Lincoln Park.

We will be rewarded for our efforts in 17 years.

DrAwkward wrote:

Tim Sullivan, the zoo's behavioral husbandry manager wrote:"Getting eaten by exotic animals is a better way to go than being eaten by a squirrel or a crow"

That's a pretty awesome song lyric. I call dibs.

It rhymes too!

Dammit, I wish I'd bagsied it. I respect the dibs/bagsy system though.

DrAwkward wrote:The band experienced the cicada madness in southern Ohio and Indiana while on tour in 2004. We were traveling in a shitty van with no exhaust to speak of while blasting a boom box to drown out the sound of the van (there was no stereo). As we drove into Cincinnati, the cicadas overpowered all of that. Once we got in to town, i called my then-gf on the phone while she was at work and pointed the phone at a tree. The noise is incredible to behold. Plus, cicadas look like Kickback, the black Insecticon who transformed into a grasshopper. So there's that.

My friend Nathan and I also experienced Brood X driving through Indiana in 2004. I'll never fucking forget it.

We were listening to the official "bootleg" of Bob Dylan Live 1966 at the "Royal Albert Hall" (not actually at the Royal Albert Hall...it's the concert where that guy calls him Judas and then they rip into "Like A Rolling Stone")...the super loud electric half of the set, no less. We were fucking blasting that shit.

All of a sudden we heard a strange, overpowering noise from outside of the car...with the music playing so loud, we wondered if there was something wrong with the CD as the buzzing sound was slowly overpowering the music. We turned down the Dylan...rolled down our windows...and were absolutely blown away by the cacophony in the trees.

I don't think we said much to each other...we just looked at each other, dumbfounded...but the woods were thick...and the trees were alive with flavor (and insect fuckin').

Some songs about cicadas.

BadComrade wrote:I haven't seen or heard a single fucking one.

I guess they're only in the suburbs or forest preserves or something.

It seems kind of sporadic. Thousands by my house, but none where I work in Rolling Meadows. I don't think Evanston has gotten very many either, unless they have emerged since I talked to someone who lives there.

BadComrade wrote:I haven't seen or heard a single fucking one.

I guess they're only in the suburbs or forest preserves or something.

I haven't either, and I just moved to the country.

It's getting out of hand over by me.

This weekend, my wife couldn't hear me cutting the grass from 50 feet away.

I shit you not.

It's intense. I don't have a decibel meter, but, uh. It's loud. I have no recording gear either. Maybe I'll go out there with the video camera and see what that picks up. They're only really loud in the afternoon, especially if it's sunny, and I work in Chicago on weekdays, and as Hall has mentioned, there's nothing. So I'll have to wait until Saturday.

A single cicada just attached itself to the screen of our bedroom window, and did it's bug-noise thing louder than the Norma Jean album I'm playing inside. The windows are closed, I should point out.

I dunno what brood this is, but they're baa-a-a-ack...

I am waiting to hit these parts so I can walk around and record them with the stealth mics.

I kinda dig that they are so loud, in such a small package.