You know, it ain’t just about the riff, it’s the build. I let the silence hang like a cigarette in the air, crank my old tube amp, watch the hum, and when the crowd’s holding its breath I drop the chord that knocks their socks off. It takes a bit of planning, a dash of nerves, and a lot of passion. I keep my notes half‑finished, my heart full, and I let the energy flow. And streaming? Nah, I feel the bass thrum through the floor.