This disc was recorded at a sonic intersection of man and the natural world Over the course of 10 years I returned many times to a stretch of South Carolina coastal pine forest. In that forest, a professional park fit for a resort city was developing. Each year a new street appeared with a series of Carolina-style office buildings for lawyers, dentists, and daylight paper-pushers. Among these plantation colonials are moats of black water behind thin stands of southern pine and heavily herbicided strips of grass, an occasional unsold lot holding the remnants of forest and its inhabitants, and always the spacious parking lot with a little island for a palmetto tree and a backlit sign announcing something like the Heritage Office Building. In the early years, there was always the dark forest line that defined the end of the professional and the return of South Carolina. However, at night this line was much more amorphous - the parking lots would empty and the human sound-field would move to the distant arterial streets. This creates a small oasis in which the insect and frog populations provide the soundtrack for these streets of brightly lit, totally empty buildings. To walk these streets at midnight is a surreal juxtaposition. The eye sees our current manifestations of convenience, style, and professional culture, while the ear hears nature, kicked off the land, but tenaciously bringing its presence forward after the professionals evacuated for the night. So we have these recordings of a sound at night, a sound that is ephemeral and unique to the first years of the 21st century. The frog populations will mutate and die first. Before long, the huge waves of internal-combustion transportation will be unsustainable. Myrtle Beach and Horry County will grow much quieter at night. Then it will be the insects and the thunderstorms, the heat and the humidity that will form the soundtrack for the moldering facades of this Myrtle Beach professional park. In recent years I've relaxed some of my hard feelings about the predictably unrelenting development of the South Carolina lowlands. I've found an interest in the places where the hypnotic drone of distant traffic and the hum of an Atlantic Ocean beach town can live with the sounds of nature and make something lovely in the soundscape of our time together. File this disc under History. An Internet map search for "Oleander Dr., Myrtle Beach" will provide additional orientation.