FORMER TEACHER of mine used to ask his students to close their eyes and “listen for the smallest sound.” To listen that closely, he explained, was a fast track to heightened awareness. In listening for the smallest sound, one made contact with the loudest sound, and all others between. Of course, sometimes the loudest sound comes from within, and is totally inaudible to the outside world: an earworm, a hitch in the heart’s giddyup, the overtures and castigations of the inner voice. And sometimes the loudest sound is neither large nor small, but rather an atmosphere that permeates the range.
On the Persistent Influence of Place on Sound
Nov 25, 2021
4 minutes
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