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  <identifier>voyageacoustiquefour</identifier>
  <title>Train Sonor</title>
  <creator>Ralph Lichtensteiger</creator>
  <mediatype>audio</mediatype>
  <collection>opensource_audio</collection>
  <description>Train Sonor [April, 2007] sound map: double bass, ambient sounds, subway cars, subway gate sounds, subway announcer voice, trains, train arriving, street, cars, car horns, tunnel, voices, bells, birds, street festival drums, piccolo flute, piano cluster, percussive sounds, ambulance, rain, Max/MSP layers, Karlette VST (Tape Delay) plug-in.&#13;
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In rail transport, a train consists of rail vehicles that move along guides to transport freight or passengers from one place to another.&#13;
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train of thought - the connections that link the various parts of an event or argument together; "I couldn't follow his train of thought"; "he lost the thread of his argument"&#13;
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Internal monologue, also known as interior monologue, inner voice, internal speech, train of thought, stream of thought, chain of thought or stream of consciousness is thinking in words. It also refers to the semi-constant internal monologue one has with oneself at a conscious or semi-conscious level. &#13;
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Possible simultaneity with Argonauts part XVII (composition "essay one", 2006-07) and/or Six Instruments (1985-86).</description>
  <date>2007-04-24</date>
  <year>2007</year>
  <subject>avantgarde; experimental; electronic; microsound; noise</subject>
  <licenseurl>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</licenseurl>
  <publicdate>2007-04-29 11:47:21</publicdate>
  <addeddate>2007-04-29 11:46:55</addeddate>
  <uploader>lichtconlon@t-online.de</uploader>
  <updater>lichtconlon</updater>
  <updatedate>2007-04-29 11:52:44</updatedate>
  <taper>Ralph Lichtensteiger</taper>
  <runtime>26:49</runtime>
  <notes>"This was the year he rode the subway to the ends of the city, two hundred miles of track. He liked to stand at the front of the first car, hands flat against the glass. The train smashed through the dark. People stood on local platforms staring nowhere, a look they'd been practicing for years. He kind of wondered, speeding past, who they really were. His body fluttered in the fastest stretches. They went so fast sometimes he thought they were on the edge of no-control. The noise was pitched to a level of pain he absorbed as a personal test. Another crazy-ass curve. There was so much iron in the sound of those curves he could almost taste it, like a toy you put in your mouth when you are little." — Don DeLillo, Libra (1988), p. 3</notes>
  <updatedate>2007-04-29 19:12:08</updatedate>
  <updater>lichtconlon</updater>
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