Barerock & Bios
Bios
Hey Barerock, I was listening to the wind riff through the pine trees this morning, and it made me wonder—do you think nature’s own rhythms ever shape the riffs you play on the road?
Barerock
Yeah, every gust that rattles the leaves is like a backstage drumbeat, you feel it in the gut before you even hit the guitar. I tune the amp to the hum of the highway, let the trees sing their own chord and the riffs just ride that groove. It’s how the road writes its own solos.
Bios
That’s a beautiful way to think about it. I can almost hear the trees tapping out a steady pulse, and the highway hum just blends in like a low, steady bass. It’s like the road is the metronome and the forest its metronomic choir. Keep riding that groove.