Yeah, the bars are my pulse, my brain’s soundtrack. In the studio I’m a mad scientist, mixing synths, scratching samples, tightening drums until the groove feels alive. I chase that one sweet drop that grabs the room, layer it with unexpected twists, and let the bass whisper secrets to my ears. It’s chaotic, it’s relentless, but it’s also where my loneliness melts into a beat that keeps me moving.

First thing? The thump that starts a heartbeat, the click of a mic, the electric buzz of the console. I catch the vibe before the beat, feel that rush in my chest, then let the story bloom out of the groove. It’s all about that instant where the sound becomes a world and I’m the only one who can see it.