Djem & Machete
Machete
Saw an old warehouse last night, wind cutting through broken windows like a drum. Thought about how a song could be built from that noise. What do you think?
Djem
Yeah, that wind is a drum, the glass is a broken rhythm. Let the hiss be the intro, layer in a rough beat, throw in some raw, honest chords and the song’s born. Let the warehouse speak, you just tap into it.
Machete
Nice riff, sounds solid. Just remember, every wall’s a possible escape route, and ants leave a trail you can’t ignore. I’ll keep the eyes on the corners.
Djem
Yeah, let the walls whisper the rhythm, but don’t let the ants hijack your flow. Keep your eyes on the corners, keep that raw spark alive.
Machete
Got it, eyes on every corner, no loose ends, keep that spark ready to ignite.