A couple years ago I took Amtrak’s Pere Marquette from Grand Rapids to Chicago, then hopped on the Lincoln Service to St. Louis to attend my good friend Andrew’s lovely wedding and, importantly, to visit the St. Louis Zoo. Despite a breakdown involving our air brakes getting punctured on the way home, I’ll still take a train over a plane pretty much any day, even if it involves ten more hours of traveling. You get to look out a big window the whole way.
The sound was recorded directly in the Amtrak terminal at Chicago’s Union Station. It’s raw and unmixed. I could sit and listen for hours. And I did.