The kettle in our house makes a sound when it's done: an electronic rendition of steam whistling through a tight valve. The first note strikes tinny, petulant, mood-curdling. Then comes a half-hearted crescendo, the pitch sliding up from the first note about two and a half tones, never quite enough to round out in the ear… not quite… and then back down, a pathetic deflation, as though the kettle were apologising for trying.
Listening for the Kettle
Listening for the Kettle
Listening for the Kettle
The kettle in our house makes a sound when it's done: an electronic rendition of steam whistling through a tight valve. The first note strikes tinny, petulant, mood-curdling. Then comes a half-hearted crescendo, the pitch sliding up from the first note about two and a half tones, never quite enough to round out in the ear… not quite… and then back down, a pathetic deflation, as though the kettle were apologising for trying.