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Later on, I listen to my audio recording of my session with Larson and note the differences between what I heard in the moment and what I hear on the playback. On my laptop, Larson’s work sounds like the eerie score of a film — minimal and, at times, a bit reminiscent of John Carpenter. It’s good to play in the background when I’m focused on meeting a deadline. In the room with Larson, though, it felt like the sound was seeping through my skin, hitting everything from my toes to the bones in my face. It was similar to the difference between listening to techno on my phone versus inside a club with a killer sound system. Through my earbuds, it’s good music to keep up momentum, but it doesn’t force me to move the way it does when the bass is rushing from the soles of my feet up through my legs.
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