Hey Jax, ever notice how the city sounds after a rainstorm? It's like every street gets its own heartbeat, wild and unpredictable—just begging to be written into a riff or a story. What do you think?

I love that image—rain turning streets into a drum line. I’m thinking of a muted D‑minor, something that feels like wet asphalt and the hum of neon. But the city keeps whispering, so I’ll keep chasing that sound, even if I keep putting it off for now.