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WOLF: What are some of the best sounds in the world?

COLUMN: Crunch of skates on ice, crackle of a campfire make the list
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The crackle of a campfire is a familiar, pleasing sound. (File photo)

Can you hear it?

Not yet? OK, hang in there. The goal is to have you B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜hearB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ this piece, if possible for you of course, and without any fancy computer technology.

Prior to Christmas, I absent-mindedly opened a can of diet Ginger Ale (donB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™t judge). There was no one else home, it was completely quiet and the B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜clack, tssssshhhhB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ sound just seemed to resonate more than usual.

Opening of a pop or beer can has to be one of the best sounds out there. Got me thinking. What are the other B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜bestB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ sounds?

So, with the help of some of my talented Black Press colleagues, hereB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s a sample of those sounds.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The crunch, crunch of skates on ice, especially the first couple of steps. Even better if youB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™re outside on a pond or a lake. Anyone else remember the frightening sound of ice B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜settlingB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ beneath you when youB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™re way out above deep water? You thought it was cracking and you were about to meet a watery demise? Still sends chills down my spine.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The rumble of a V8 engine. Always awesome. Reminds me of days watching my first sports hero, Rick OB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™Dell, at Western Speedway. Being in the pits or front row and listening as the cars zoomed by in a pack (even more intense at an Indy Car or F1 race) was always memorable. Stick tap (also a great sound) to the sound of an idling dragster or funny car. IB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™d even toss in the distinctive sound of an old VW engine.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ Harder to find these days, but the smooth slice of a paper cutter.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ My ringtone. The guitar intro by B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜Sweet Child oB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ MineB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ by Guns NB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ Roses. Live a Pavlovian dog, I instinctively reach for my phone whenever I hear the song on the radio.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜hisssssssssss thwackB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ sound of a good fastball hitting a catcherB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s mitt. Also the perfect sound (and feeling) when you absolutely barrel up on a pitch. Similar to a perfectly piped golf drive.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The ping of a shot off a metal goalpost. Even better if youB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™re the goalie.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ A babyB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s uncontrolled giggle. Try not to laugh yourself.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ A chainsaw firing up. Same for an old lawn mower.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ My MumB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s voice. Man, I wish we had more videos back in the day. Also the distinctive sound of any family memberB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s walk in the hall at night.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ A rotary phone when you had a series of higher numbers.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The noise of a diving board when you jump as high as you can. Also the calming sound after you enter the water.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The first bite of a foldover kettle chip.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The woosh tearing off the metal lid on a fresh container of tennis balls.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The pleasing slice of scissors skating atop wrapping paper.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The staccato popping of bubble wrap.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The thunderous ending to a fireworks show. (Dogs donB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™t agree).

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ Thunder itself. And lightning. And pounding rain outside your window.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The crunch of your boot steps in fresh snow, while youB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™re otherwise surrounded by a cloak of white silence.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The rush of a raging river. The calming sounds of waves lapping on the beach.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The school bell/buzzer to end the day.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The piercing shriek of a boiling kettle.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ Birds chirping outside your open window on a summer morning.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The flapping of sheets, hanging on a clothesline and dancing in the breeze.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The bang of B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜capsB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ from those little toy guns back in the day.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜cheep, cheep, tweeetB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ of Mattel Classic Football, still the worldB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s best electronic game.

So, have you B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜heardB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ any of them yet as you read along?

HereB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s some more, from my colleagues:

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ Guitar fuzz set just left to sustain.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The Seismic Charges from Star Wars.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ R2D2B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s screams when something goes wrong.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The sound of a really nice bike freehub when it spins.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ The crackle of a campfire.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ Loons at a lake (the birds, I hope).

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ Distant train horns.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ A dog snoring; a cat purring.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ Anchor chains, plane engines and train whistles.

B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·¢ Those chimes that precede announcements on the ferries.

What are some of your favourites? Anything not listed here that resonated with you? Let me know.

PQB B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·/VI Free Daily editor can be reached by email at philip.wolf@blackpress.ca or by phone at 250-905-0019.



Philip Wolf

About the Author: Philip Wolf

IB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ve been involved with journalism on Vancouver Island for more than 30 years, beginning as a teenage holiday fill-in at the old Cowichan B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ· Leader.
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