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The High St. bridge between Oakland, CA and Alameda, CA sings like a metallic resonant symphony when cars drive across.
Type
AIFF (.aiff)
Duration
0:30.937
File size
17.0 MB
Sample rate
96000.0 Hz
Bit depth
24 bit
Channels
Stereo
3 years, 2 months ago
Really beautifull, thanks!
4 years, 3 months ago
Thank you for your amazing work colinsullivan!! Your sound is lovingly featured in the soundscape environment scoring this musical track:
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“Foot of the Carpathians” from the album _Travel Poems . Chapter 1 . Secret towns_
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You can stream it (and also see your credits) at https://soundcloud.com/ericpan/foot-of-the-carpathians which is track 6 from the album. You’re also featured in the credits on the official album website at https://travelpoems.com/#about, in the liner notes for the album sold at Bandcamp, as well as in the acknowledgements for all major streaming sites (Apple Music, Spotify, et al), the only caveat being that many music services do not feature extended (or often even basic!) credits in their digital user experience, even though the information has been submitted in detail to them.
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It’s important to me that you feel you’ve been given due credit for your fantastic sound curation -- so if there’s something I’ve missed feel free to contact me at eric@travelpoems.com. Thank you and hope you are well!
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Eric
8 years, 11 months ago
Truly fantastic. Thank you for sharing!!!
10 years, 4 months ago
Thank you for this spiritual, alive sound. I had a similar experience a year or two back in San Antonio tExas, near the Alamo by the river that runs through the town. An old bridge over the river made a similar resonant, singing sound as cars passed and especially as workers were jackhammering and doing other percussive projects around midnight when the traffic had died down. I was walking underneath near where the river forked and felt like I was hearing the spirits of all those killed at the Alamo, and of all spirits in that area. I sensed this river had been tamed and contorted to fit the tourist area and that the true soul was underneath that bridge where it had found its voice for me to hear. It was a quivering experience that I wanted to share with someone but of course there was nobody else around and besides that some sounds are meant not meant to be shared among those unable to listen. Your recording is the closest I have come to reliving this sacred experience. Thank you.
11 years, 2 months ago
amazing!