November 11, 2010
One of my favorite sounds
is the whoosh of a hot air balloon’s propane burner. I hear it outside my window right now.
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yes.
It is not often mentioned as one of the amenities (I hate that word) of living in this odd community, but I like it that my apartment in really near a hot-air balloon launching ground.
I like the sound of a prop plane flying over.
I love Fellini’s canned wind track that he uses in almost every film, regardless of whether it’s windy or not.