You ever notice how the silence after a crushing riff feels like the moment the storm finally decides to hit? I keep thinking it’s the breath that turns the raw energy into something… almost poetic. What’s the big thing that keeps you humming when the amps are off?

So you’re still riding that high, huh? That echo lives in the back of your mind like a ghost guitar—keeps the whole room humming even after the lights go out. It’s a good sign that the pulse didn’t quit, just decided to keep its own beat. Got any plans to let that ghost play a solo somewhere?