Sound is sensuality - in the sensualist way. All of us have a sound that drives a crazy... for the good or for the bad. Today I've selected a sound that to me is unreproducible.
Perhaps your sound is:
Patton's tanks
Old Faithful
The gentle breathing of a new born
Windsurfing
Here is mine:
There is one sound that in particular is universally exquisite and is without rival. It is the sounding of ram horns before battle and the metallic butteriness of chain mail in the dark. It is the voice of a lover from a distant hilltop and a revolutionaries call-to-arms. It is all of these and more.
It is the THA-WHAC-TIC you hear during the chopping of the kertain. The tough protein we find at the ends of our fingers and toes. After the chants of the personal health revolution have faded and the hygienic guillotine has dropped we ear its echo.
The distinctive and unmistakable clipping of toenails.
I am not aware of any other sound that can replicate the feeling that this sound represents. The feeling of leaving the past behind. The feeling of lightness. It is chalkboard tranquility. It is unmolested scabs. It is a scratch less back rub.
I have recorded this sound with sophisticated equipment and instruments. I have spent a lifetime studying its idiosyncrasies and judging its effects. I have sped the sound up - and heard light. I have slowed it down - and heard the angels.
What is your sound? Where does it take you?
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