Appalachian Foothills Cicada Chorus: Summer Night Insects at a Virginia B&B for Sleep & Relaxation

Oh, this is Cicada Night, oh what a Night... AmbienceAfter living inside the Earth for nearly a score, I feel like any creature should be given the space to air out one’s feelings.  So here are three hours of bug feelings as heard from a charming Bed and Breakfast I spent the night at in Leesburg, Virginia.I know nothing about our friends who live in the Earth for 17 years and then pop out mid-summer to squeal from the trees. I’m speaking of the cicada, the sometimes local taco protein, and massive fly things that are a nightmare to look at. I reserve the right to not love cicadas later if I were to find out that maybe they are squealing insults upon us for being such poor shepherds of the Earth… Or maybe I would love them more. Regardless, nothing beats a chorus of these freak insects. And they serve as a good reminder that we’re destroying the Earth with war and ineq — ehem… that it’s late Summer — time to cape diem the **** out of this pool weather.Also, thanks again to the folks at Stone Gables for letting me stick a giant microphone in your backyard!Cover photo (before manipulation) by Coen Crevels