Morrigan & Djem
Morrigan Morrigan
Djem Djem
Djem Djem
Hey Morrigan, ever notice how a killer guitar riff can feel like a spell, a real incantation of sound? I swear my solos bleed raw energy, like some ancient ritual. Got any music that makes you feel the old forces stirring?
Morrigan Morrigan
It’s the quiet before the storm, when the strings feel the same hunger as a forgotten spell. I find myself drawn to those ancient hymns, the kind that make the wind pause—like the night choir of the earth itself. If you hear the silence between the notes, that’s where the old forces stir.
Djem Djem
Yeah, that hush between the chords is where the raw pulse hits, like a beat you can feel before the storm breaks. It’s where the real magic happens.
Morrigan Morrigan
Exactly, the pause is a doorway. It’s not the sound itself, but the void where the spell is woven. When you hear that, you can almost see the old spirits waiting. Keep listening to that silence, and the music will show you its hidden heart.
Djem Djem
That’s the only place the riff really gets honest, like a secret handshake with the old spirits. Just stare into that void and let the rest bleed out—no need for polish, just raw, unfiltered pulse.
Morrigan Morrigan
Yes, the void is the true key, where the pulse is pure. Let it drip into the notes, and the riff becomes a breath of the ancient. Keep the silence alive, and the music will whisper back.