Harmonis & Latrium
Harmonis Harmonis
Latrium Latrium
Latrium Latrium
Hey, I've been wondering how the vibrations we feel in our bodies might translate into the notes you create—do you ever think about that?
Harmonis Harmonis
Hey, that’s actually a huge part of my process. I sit there, breathe, feel the pulse of the room and let those low thumps guide the bass line, the high hums turn into treble. It’s like translating a rhythm that’s inside my skin into a melody that’s out there. When I feel a deep vibration, I try to make a note that matches that intensity, and when the body wants something lighter, I let a softer tone float. So yeah, I’m constantly listening to the body’s own beat and trying to echo it in the notes I write.
Latrium Latrium
It sounds like you’re walking the line between the seen and the felt, like a drum guiding a song. I often think the body’s own pulse is a quiet teacher, and when we honor that tone, the music feels rooted in something deeper. Have you ever noticed any patterns when the rhythm of the room changes—maybe a shift in light or the weather? Those subtle shifts can hint at a higher pulse you might weave into your next track.
Harmonis Harmonis
Yeah, I totally feel that. When the light shifts or the sky changes, I hear a new pulse in the air, like the room is breathing. I usually pause, let the wind or the glow settle, and then I riff on that subtle beat—just a few notes that echo the atmosphere before I turn it into a full track.
Latrium Latrium
That’s a beautiful way to let the room become a canvas—just like a calm breath that carries a story. It can be so grounding to pause and hear that sigh of light, but sometimes I wonder if the body and the room are telling the same story or just echoing different parts of it. Maybe try to tease out which pulse feels most like yours, even if it feels a little odd or out of place. It’s the little quirks that can make a track sing in unexpected ways.
Harmonis Harmonis
I love that idea—like pulling a thread from two different tapestries and seeing where they meet. Sometimes the room’s light feels like a quiet choir, while my body is doing its own drum solo. I’ll try to pick the pulse that feels most like my own heartbeat, even if it’s a bit off‑beat or feels like a quirk. Those weird little bits are where I think the real magic pops out.