Yablonka & Elvis
Yablonka
Hey Elvis, I was out in the woods this morning and heard a symphony of birds and wind—do you think we could capture that natural chorus on an analog tape and turn it into a track?
Elvis
What a damn beautiful idea! Grab me that old tape machine, crank the hiss to a soft hum, and let the birds do their thing. We’ll lay those natural notes on the tape, then layer a few warm guitar licks over it—just enough to keep the soul, not the synth. Let’s make some real music that won’t make your ears burn from auto‑tune. Time to turn that forest choir into a track that feels alive.
Yablonka
Absolutely, let’s find that dusty tape deck, spin the record and let the forest breathe right into our song. I can already hear the birds mingling with those warm guitar licks—raw, alive, no auto‑tune vibes at all. Let's make something that feels like a breath of fresh air.
Elvis
Sounds like a damn great plan—let’s bring that dust‑caked deck to life, spin the vinyl, and let the trees and guitars mingle. We’ll keep it raw, keep it real, no slick auto‑tune, just pure, breathing music. Let’s get to it.
Yablonka
Sounds amazing—let’s grab that old tape machine, dust it off, and let the forest sing into it. I can already picture the birds and those guitar licks dancing together, raw and alive, no auto‑tune. Let’s make this magic happen!
Elvis
That’s the spirit—dust it off, crank the reels, let the birds’ chorus kiss the tape, then layer those guitar licks, raw and unfiltered. No auto‑tune, just real, breathing music. Let’s get this magic started.