ROBERT SIEGEL, host: It's Labor Day, the holiday that we treat as if it were the end of summer, and that's good enough for our purposes here today. Since Memorial Day, this program has been presenting a collection of sounds that evoke the idea of summer. So with the season over, it's time to summarize.
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SIEGEL: Our features served as a sonic evocation of all the pleasures and pains of the days of warm weather.
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SIEGEL: The bang of thunder.
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SIEGEL: The call of Alaskan loons.
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SIEGEL: The comforting sound of baseball on the radio, and machines. We had the reckless roar of a motorcycle.
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SIEGEL: The persistent puttering of a lawnmower.
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SIEGEL: The rise and fall of an air conditioner's machinery.
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SIEGEL: And there were the plunges of a rollercoaster.
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SIEGEL: And the steadiness of a ride on a kiddy train at the zoo.
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SIEGEL: You let us inform you about the drudgery of plopping string beans into a bucket.
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SIEGEL: And you salivated to the music of an ice cream truck.
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SIEGEL: Did we have the snort of a hog in a sty?
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SIEGEL: Indeed, we did. And the cheers of a Little League game.
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SIEGEL: And the barrage of drag race.
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SIEGEL: You heard the thump of a heartbeat on a quiet night.
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SIEGEL: The melody of a campfire song.
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SIEGEL: The clatter of a six-pack of beer.
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SIEGEL: And the whiz of a skateboard.
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SIEGEL: Who can forget the chirp of a bird known as Chuck Will's Widow, the buzz of mosquitoes?
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SIEGEL: Bullfrogs and cicadas. And what's a Summer Sound Series without the clink of ice in a glass of tea?
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SIEGEL: Or the rhythm of steel drum music.
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SIEGEL: Or an outdoor Shakespearean performance.
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SIEGEL: And we didn't let you down in the realm of paddle ball playing or the chug of a freight train.
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SIEGEL: Or the squirt of sun block.
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SIEGEL: We reminded you of long ago radio jingles.
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SIEGEL: The sound of shoveling earth to plant crops...
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SIEGEL: ...and the slam of a screen door.
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SIEGEL: Summer sounds are not summer sounds without golf...
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SIEGEL: ...and ocean waves.
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SIEGEL: And we had them all.
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SIEGEL: What we didn't have, and what many of you longed to hear from us were a barbeque, bicycles, boats and harbor bells. Despite all your recommendations, we never got around to tanning, fans, horses, mothers calling their kids home for dinner, and bug zappers. Sorry about that. And not a flip-flop flop nor a sprinkler or a squirt gun sprayed, and except a newscast, we didn't hear hurricane winds. Sorry again. Those sounds will have to wait for another summer. But thanks to all of you for your emails.
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SIEGEL: And how do you end a summer sound series? Here's how.
CORY TURNER: My name is Cory Turner. I'm senior editor here at ALL THINGS CONSIDERED. And my summer sound comes from the backseat.
When I was a boy and my family went on summer vacation, we didn't fly. We drove and drove, and I'm sure I drove my parents crazy.
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TURNER: That is my two-and-a-half-year-old son, Amon(sp). And this summer, I was the one strapping my poor child into the backseat for a 2,000-mile summer road trip. We're about five miles from Du Quoin, Illinois, and...
AMON TURNER: Da-da's funny.
TURNER: Amon, are you ready for a nap?
TURNER: Na, night.
TURNER: Are you asleep now?
TURNER: When he wasn't napping or pretending to nap, we made sounds for all of the animals we saw.
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TURNER: And when the scenery afforded nothing but cornfields and fellow travelers, we played one of my old favorites, spot the car.
TURNER: There's one.
TURNER: Where? I don't see a red car.
TURNER: It's right there.
TURNER: It's right there. Here it is. Oh.
TURNER: There was also lots of singing.
TURNER: (singing) The wheels on the bus go rum, dum, dum...
TURNER: Notice the skillful improvisation and rhythmic hiccupping.
TURNER: (Singing) ...all through the town.
TURNER: As did my parents so many years ago. My wife Rachel and I have one nuclear option. On the rare occasion when things got bad, and I mean bad, I mean, this bad.
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TURNER: We put in a mixed CD of songs made by a couple of good friends and fellow parents as a parting gift at their son Henry's second birthday party. Amon loves it and knows it simply as...
TURNER: Henry's music. Henry's music. Henry's music. It's a musical. I want Henry's music, please.
TURNER: It had everything, a peppy version of "Wheels On The Bus," "C Is For Cookie," a duet between Oscar the Grouch and Johnny Cash and my favorite, by Clarence "Frogman" Henry.
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CLARENCE FROGMAN HENRY: (Singing) I ain't got no home, no place to roam.
TURNER: It didn't really matter what song we played, as long as Amon knew it was from Henry's music, he'd smile, relax, sit back and forget that he was still trapped in the backseat on his first summer road trip.
SIEGEL: That's our own Cory Turner with the summer sounds from a road trip with his two-and-a-half-year-old son. And with that, our long ride through the audio landscape of the season comes to an end. Transcript provided by NPR, Copyright National Public Radio.