It’s only two things so far. First, I found that neither my laptop nor my voice recorder were able to record the sound from the window. I’m guessing the buzzy sound, which was loud enough that I had to sleep with earplugs, is too low in frequency to be picked up by the cheesy little microphones in the voice recorder or my laptop. I asked a guy at work with experience in sound (the head sound guy on the road for Bob Dylan at one point) and he suggested PZM microphones or contact microphones. After researching that, I think I’ve decided to tape the voice recorder directly to the window to see if that works.
The second thing: apparently it takes a lot longer to get gas ON my car than IN my car and I was a little later to work than I usually am. I live in the only state where you can’t legally pump your own gas, and the attendant didn’t see that his pump was broken. It never clicked off and it poured gasoline all over the side of my car. Oh, well.
Um, you are putting too much time and effort into recording the sound. Those morons screwed up the installation. Even Jay says so! Just call them and tell them to please fix it. If you explain what you have been going through trying to record the sound, they will know you are certifiable and may be frightened enough to put you at the top of the “to do” list.
It was so windy that a garbage can flew from the side of the house into the backyard, and Peter was so freaked he woke up and then asked me, “DID YOU HEAR THAT.” I told him it was probably a garbage can, but he had to go outside and check, anyway.