Hey Soryan, ever felt a song grow out of a quiet afternoon in the field, like a corn‑field song bubbling up from the soil, with a stray sock humming along? I think the wind in the wheat could be a perfect chorus, if you’d like to try making a little rustic playlist of earth sounds.

Sure thing, I’ll keep the sock on the sidelines and guard the cables like a careful farmer watches his harvest, and the wheat will hum its own sweet riff for us.