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Wing Nut
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It all started when I was six years old living on the coast of California in Carpenteria. The war (WWll) was almost over. It was here that my fascination with airplanes was born. There were patrols of P-38's flying a stones throw from shore low enough to kick up spray. I loved that airplane. That twin boom configuration and the sound of those engines stirred a passion that at the age of six could almost be considered sexual.
Couple of years later living in Connecticut I remember tramping through the woods with some friends when the distant sound of airplanes became appearant. As it grew louder we saw through the trees many, many big bombers in formation. Dont know if they were B-17's or B-29's but there were a lot of them. I'll never forget that sound.
That planted the seed. The sound of a radial is addictive. It's a multitude of tones. A polyphonic symphony of metal, valves, explosions and harmony. It produces a racket that feels wonderful in your gut.
One day I crawled up onto the piano bench and after applying the sustaining pedal I pressed as many keys at the lower end of the keyboard as I could with two hands. What resulted was an almost perfect recreation of the sound of multiple radial engines flying overhead. The sound faded away as the airplanes seemingly became distant. I did that over and over.
I knew then I loved the sound of a radial engine.
Couple of years later living in Connecticut I remember tramping through the woods with some friends when the distant sound of airplanes became appearant. As it grew louder we saw through the trees many, many big bombers in formation. Dont know if they were B-17's or B-29's but there were a lot of them. I'll never forget that sound.
That planted the seed. The sound of a radial is addictive. It's a multitude of tones. A polyphonic symphony of metal, valves, explosions and harmony. It produces a racket that feels wonderful in your gut.
One day I crawled up onto the piano bench and after applying the sustaining pedal I pressed as many keys at the lower end of the keyboard as I could with two hands. What resulted was an almost perfect recreation of the sound of multiple radial engines flying overhead. The sound faded away as the airplanes seemingly became distant. I did that over and over.
I knew then I loved the sound of a radial engine.