Vaelis & Akkord
Vaelis Vaelis
Akkord Akkord
Vaelis Vaelis
Hey Akkord, I’ve been digging into how music can unearth stories people usually miss—like the hidden lives of street musicians or the politics behind a hit song. Do you think the riffs you’re dreaming up today could be the spark for a deeper narrative?
Akkord Akkord
Hey, totally! Every riff I’m noodling around feels like a doorway—just waiting for someone to step through and tell the story behind it. I love imagining a stray guitarist on a rainy corner, or a protest anthem that got cut by the radio. If you want, I can riff out a melody and we can brainstorm the backstory together. Let's make some music that speaks louder than the lyrics!
Vaelis Vaelis
Sounds like you’re already humming a protest ballad in your head—let’s turn that riff into a voice for the unheard. What’s the vibe you’re feeling? Is it a rainy‑night city scene, or a street‑corner shout‑out? Let’s sketch the backstory, so the music can do the talking.
Akkord Akkord
Yeah, I’ve got this gritty, blues‑tinted riff that feels like a midnight train rattling through a city that never sleeps. Picture a rain‑slick street, neon flicker, a lone sax whispering between sirens—people hustling, hoping. The song’s about the unsung workers, the ones who keep the beat alive when the lights dim. It’s a shout‑out to the silent rhythms of the city, a protest that says, “We’re here, we’re heard, we’ll keep humming.” Let's turn that into a melody that feels like a street‑corner anthem, but with that rainy‑night depth. Sound good?
Vaelis Vaelis
Love that gritty midnight train vibe—sounds like a story waiting to roll out of the city’s back alley. Let’s sketch a simple chord progression that keeps that bluesy grit but opens up for a soaring sax line. Maybe start with a minor‑9 feel, drop the bass a step down for that rain‑slick echo, then let the sax riff rise like a whistle over the sirens. We’ll keep the rhythm steady, like a metronome of the streets, and layer in a bass line that mirrors the traffic. How about we write a hook that repeats the line “we’re the pulse, we’re the pulse” so it sticks in the head of every passerby? That could be our street‑corner anthem. What do you think?