Minnesota native, but we also have cicadas.

The sound of the cicadas made me think of Dr. Who's Daleks at first. Then I realized the sound wasn't coming from the Roomba.

Huh, Japanese cicadas (there are several species) appear every summer and are (volume alert) loud as fuck every time. I'd forgotten they only show up in big numbers every 13-17 years in the U.S. Consider yourselves lucky, U.S. residents!

Perhaps this will shed some light on the subject:

"We posted the cut-from-real-life short drama Cicada a fortnight ago, and now we have the teaser trailer for Amiel Courtin-Wilson's feature follow up, simply titled Hail.

Hail is the evolved beast-cousin of Cicada, and is another docu-drama based on the real life stories of actor and ex-con Daniel P. Jones. The Hollywood Reporter describes it much better than I could:

Daniel P. Jones is an artistically inclined ex-convict playing a lightly fictionalized version of himself in Aussie auteur Amiel Courtin-Wilson's out-there docu-drama. Dissonant and brutal, but also unexpectedly tender, Hail melds coarse reality, extreme close-ups, nightmarish montages - including one featuring a dead horse falling from the sky - and a soundtrack that's alternately jarring and lovely.

Hail was the first Australian dramatic feature in nearly a decade to screen at the Venice International Film Festival and today we have word that the film has also been selected for Rotterdam, which starts later this month.

Now to that dead horse. As you can see in the teaser trailer below, the film features a sequence with a horse being dropped from a plane and falling slowly towards earth. It's pure madness, and 100% real. And I'm hoping makes sense in the final film. Tarsem eat your heart out!"
http://twitchfilm.com/news/2012/01/horses-rain-from-the-heavens-in-hail.php

Enthralling, but two questions:
* Is it true or a story? Because it's unclear from the Vimeo description, only that this guy is Daniel P Jones whom he met on the day he was released from prison. And who is an actor in his feature length film 'Hail'. I'm going with true, but... well... just that it's not stated makes me feel it might not be.
&
* Why is it called Cicada? He doesn't mention them in the story, there's no tying in to the sound they make or anything... odd.

Hard going.... sucking them off fast, but the bees just don't stop coming.

That noise sounds like all the bees are harmonized and like cicadas sometimes are...they all make noise at once. Until you hear one that is off from the rest, then you notice that one being different.

Your video, 3 year old boy makes incredibly accurate cicada noise..., has made it into the Top 15 New Videos listing. Congratulations on your achievement. For your contribution you have been awarded 1 Power Point.

Yay, thanks for the doublepromote!

In reply to this comment by legacy0100:
*doublepromote

>> ^berticus:

the only thing missing from this is why the number 17 is significant.


And how their 17 years can come to a horrible end through the Cicada Killer Wasp.

>> ^silvercord:

You don't need to go overseas to find flying insects this big with a stinger -
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eastern_cicada_killer
We've got these all over the Midwest, and they are intimidating as hell.
You beat me by 7 hours. This was the first thing I thought of after seeing this video. I remember seeing cicada killers on my grandparents' ranch and being thoroughly creeped out and fascinated by them.

[cicadas]

Isn't he though

In reply to this comment by vinovin:
Cal, this is a wonderful song, I am quite familiar with it. Sam Beam is a brilliant song writer.

In reply to this comment by calvados:
If you go to the man's site, there's a jukebox with several songs that will loop for you: http://www.ironandwine.com/

One of them is called "16 Maybe Less" and, vin, I'm going to threadjack for a minute here. There's no good video of that song but like I say you can go listen to it and I'ma post its lyrics right here. It made drunken Calvados sappy one night.

http://lyricwiki.org/Iron_%26_Wine:16,_Maybe_Less

Beyond the ridge to the left, you asked me what I want
Between the trees and cicadas singing round the pond
"I've spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"

One grinning wink like the neon on a liquor store
We were 16, maybe less, maybe a little more
I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell

And though an autumn time lullaby
Sang our new-born love to sleep
My brother told me he saw you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve
Waiting

I met my wife at a party when I drank too much
My son is married and tells me we don't talk enough
Call it predictable, yesterday my dream was of you

Beyond the ridge to the west, the sun had left the sky
Between the trees and the pond, you put your hand in mine
Said, "Time has bridled us both, but I remember you too"

And though an autumn time lullaby
Sang our new-born love to sleep
I dreamt I travelled and found you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve
Waiting

Cal, this is a wonderful song, I am quite familiar with it. Sam Beam is a brilliant song writer.

In reply to this comment by calvados:
If you go to the man's site, there's a jukebox with several songs that will loop for you: http://www.ironandwine.com/

One of them is called "16 Maybe Less" and, vin, I'm going to threadjack for a minute here. There's no good video of that song but like I say you can go listen to it and I'ma post its lyrics right here. It made drunken Calvados sappy one night.

http://lyricwiki.org/Iron_%26_Wine:16,_Maybe_Less

Beyond the ridge to the left, you asked me what I want
Between the trees and cicadas singing round the pond
"I've spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"

One grinning wink like the neon on a liquor store
We were 16, maybe less, maybe a little more
I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell

And though an autumn time lullaby
Sang our new-born love to sleep
My brother told me he saw you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve
Waiting

I met my wife at a party when I drank too much
My son is married and tells me we don't talk enough
Call it predictable, yesterday my dream was of you

Beyond the ridge to the west, the sun had left the sky
Between the trees and the pond, you put your hand in mine
Said, "Time has bridled us both, but I remember you too"

And though an autumn time lullaby
Sang our new-born love to sleep
I dreamt I travelled and found you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve
Waiting

If you go to the man's site, there's a jukebox with several songs that will loop for you: http://www.ironandwine.com/

One of them is called "16 Maybe Less" and, vin, I'm going to threadjack for a minute here. There's no good video of that song but like I say you can go listen to it and I'ma post its lyrics right here. It made drunken Calvados sappy one night.

http://lyricwiki.org/Iron_%26_Wine:16,_Maybe_Less

Beyond the ridge to the left, you asked me what I want
Between the trees and cicadas singing round the pond
"I've spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"

One grinning wink like the neon on a liquor store
We were 16, maybe less, maybe a little more
I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell

And though an autumn time lullaby
Sang our new-born love to sleep
My brother told me he saw you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve
Waiting

I met my wife at a party when I drank too much
My son is married and tells me we don't talk enough
Call it predictable, yesterday my dream was of you

Beyond the ridge to the west, the sun had left the sky
Between the trees and the pond, you put your hand in mine
Said, "Time has bridled us both, but I remember you too"

And though an autumn time lullaby
Sang our new-born love to sleep
I dreamt I travelled and found you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve
Waiting