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Showing posts with label sirens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sirens. Show all posts

Monday, February 28, 2011

Frequency: Too Often
















When James Lipton asks "What sound do you hate?" I think Sirens.

As a child when the air raid sirens rang in the evening I remember thinking that it was time to run into the shelter that we didn't have, in order to be saved from the bombs that never came.

At the end of the "The Diary of Anne Frank" the German Police cars siren approaches and Millie Perkins looks into Richard Beymers eyes, they share a good bye hug to end all good bye hugs. What a gut wrenching scene, what a horrific sound.

Does any human think it a pleasant sound?

When I'm driving and I hear a siren, I check every possible angle in my mirrors. My heart pumps wildly. GET OUT OF THE WAY EVERYONE!

The sound of doom, but not the sound of death, there is no urgency to death.

One time I rode in an ambulance to the hospital, my daughter was only 6 months old and I sat beside her. I was too frightened to hear a thing but the paramedics calming me and my daughters cries. Maybe you can't hear it from inside the vehicle, maybe the sound doesn't penetrate the fear frequency in your brain.

It can add terror to any night and worry to the most glorious day.

What sound do you hate James?