I spent some of my adolescent living in rural Iowa. My dad had a big house out on a gravel road. It had 20+ ft ceilings and a giant fireplace that rose out of the center of the great room. One wall was filled with windows and a sliding glass door that opened into a slate stone garden patio. There was a jacuzzi and we used to sit outside at night watching the stars and satellites. Further out in the yard was a "lawn", huge oak trees, a barn, a pond and many trails into the forest.
My dad had great taste in music and he had wired it so that speakers were outside under the eaves of the house. One of my favorite memories was him blasting Pink Floyd into the forest. A Collection of Great Dance Songs was my favorite. The awesomeness of the guitar riffs and ambient building in crescendo surrounded by so much nature turned my blood into electricity.