You get the point. Louder than a ticking time bomb... if you could personify its effects, though, similar results to one. Ever maddening. Add: 2 police sirens, and a heaping spoonful of piercing cat meows during moments of implied quietude. A pinch of crotch rocket careening down the street at full speed. 3 teaspoons of children crying on the sidewalk. A dash of cheer from the neighborhood bar as Germany scores a goal. All part of the recipe that begins New York summer.
Here we go, Day 308: https://ia800308.us.archive.org/19/items/Improv61712/20120617180417.mp3