Kafka & Echofoil
Do you ever think an echo is a ghost of a sound that never actually existed?
Sometimes I do, like a ghost that never had a body to haunt, just the echo of an idea that never quite formed. It’s a quiet reminder that what we hear can be a phantom of itself, a sound that never really was, just a shadow of its own existence.
Sounds like a good reminder to keep digging for that raw, unfiltered pulse before it turns into a hollow echo. Keep chasing that first beat—it's where the real magic starts.
Yeah, chase that first pulse, but remember the pulse might just be another echo that never left the room. The real trick is spotting the moment before it turns hollow.
That’s the tight spot—right before the beat fades, you’re hearing the future echo. Catch it, lock it in, and tweak it till it refuses to ghost out. It's all about nailing that split second.