The Wire

NOISE POLLUTION LULLABIES
Anonymous

Police cars race down the busy streets, running red lights across Broad, which is it lit up like a Broadway show.
People fill the streets following concerts at the Liacouras Center.
Loud chatter.
Arguing and sometimes fist fights.

On a typical day in North Philly, one quickly grows accustom to chirping sounds indicating that it’s safe to cross the street. Not to overshadow the loud yells and rants of the drunkards stumbling back to their homes from the parties that fills the air every weekend.

So why are the sounds of Philly such a musical piece?
It is the students?
The locals?
Those in town for the weekend looking to cause trouble?
Most likely a combination of all three and then some.
Construction.
Helicopters.
Sirens.
Gunshots.
Subways.
Hoots from a horny passersby; the vulgar words that follow after you politely decline giving them your phone number.

The sources of sound are endless. And eventually, after a trip home, you’ll discover that the shouts of the inebriated homeless woman didn’t keep you awake but in actuality sung you to sleep like a lullaby.