The sound of Ohio, and Broken Flowers (2005)
Often we become so used to things that we don’t even notice them. I’m visiting my hometown in Ohio now and even though I am sure I heard this sound every day growing up, I never really consciously remember thinking about it. It was just there in the background, forming the shape of Home in my subconscious.
On this visit, though, I have been consciously recognizing the sound and listening to it each time - surprised at how often I hear it. I have been doing this because I watched Jim Jarmusch’s Broken Flowers and I remember hearing this sound in a scene at the end and consciously recognizing it as a familiar sound. Coincidentally, Jim Jarmusch is also from Akron, Ohio.
This is about as close to the sound I am talking about that I could find on the internet. To do it justice, turn the volume down pretty low, so it sounds far in the distance.
