Le sigh.
This site has air traffic audio from that morning, and not only in much higher quality that I used for a project 3 years ago, but playable from any single point of indexed dialog.
Ok, so ... I simply cannot resist redoing the opening minutes of an audio project I did on nine-eleven, which in turn was for an audio project on American history.
I must have listened to and culled dozens of hours of newscasts, fire department radio calls, interviews, speeches, video tapes, and air traffic radio to use in the final 17-minute segment. And I got so insanely immersed in nine eleven, more than I had been since that morning 10 years ago, and more than I'd like to ever be again. It was more than a little disturbing.
But I can't resist the material that will let me improve that project which - because of all the work and tragedy-immersion that went into it - is very dear to my heart. So I'm reworking the intro tonight, and likely won't finish it until tomorrow night or Sunday. Not how I'd planned to memorialize the event - because it's a little more chilling than I care to deal with. But there's no denying to myself that it's more than a little appropriate.
Le.
Sigh.