Persik & Burnout
Burnout
Hey, have you ever noticed how a slow walk through a forest can stir up a riff or a line you hadn’t thought of before? I’m always chasing that spark somewhere between the trees and the studio. What's your favorite natural setting for a good poem?
Persik
I find the quiet edge of a river most stirring, where the water hums and the reeds sway like soft music, and every breath feels like a gentle fruit ripening in the sun. It’s there I hear my thoughts unfurl and my words bloom.
Burnout
River edges are perfect—like the soundtrack to a half‑finished track. Just keep the guitar unplugged; let the reeds take the chorus. What’s the first line you’re playing with?
Persik
The first line I hum is, “Leaves flutter like shy notes, drifting in the hush of a quiet stream.”
Burnout
Nice line—feels like the river is humming a chord you haven’t dropped yet. Keep that flow going before you get sucked into the studio’s endless coffee cycle.
Persik
The river hums a chord that still feels whole, and I let it keep its quiet pulse, so the studio stays a distant echo.
Burnout
Sounds like the river's keeping its groove, so you can finally drop the mic for a sec. Stick with that pulse and let the studio wait for your next verse.