Fahrenheit 451 Demo

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The first few paragraphs of Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.
-Treated Room
-Shure SM7B microphone
-Neve 1073LB preamp + Toft ATB 32
-Pro Tools + Logic Pro

Vocal Characteristics



Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)


British (General)


Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
part one, the hearth and the salamander. It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things Eaton to see things blackened and changed with the brass nozzle in his fists. With this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world. The blood pounded in his head and his hands with the hands of some amazing conductor, playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history with his symbolic helmet numbered 4 51 on his stolen head and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next. He flicked the igniter, and the house jumped open, a gorging fire that burns the evening sky. Red and yellow and black, he strode in a swarm of fireflies he wanted, above all like the old joke to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace while the flopping pigeon wings books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling worlds and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning, Monta grinned, the fierce grin of all men, singed and driven back by flame. He knew that when he returned to the firehouse he might wink at himself. A minstrel man burned cork in the mirror, Later going to sleep. He would feel the fiery smile, gripped by his face muscles in the dark. It never went away. That smile. It never ever went away as long as he remembered.