Fallen & Minory
Minory
Hey, I’ve been chewing on subway clatter and turning it into bass loops, and I can’t stop thinking how that noise would look if you could paint it. Maybe we could do a mash‑up: you layer raw emotion in a piece, I layer the city’s soundtrack—kind of like a ritual remix?
Fallen
That’s an odd, yet oddly comforting idea—subway clatter as a visual rhythm. I can’t promise I’ll leave my studio, but I could paint the noise as a series of jagged lines, like vibrations caught mid‑air. If you mix that with your loops, maybe the whole piece will feel like a city breathing in paint and sound. But don’t expect me to show it publicly—my rituals are for my own mind, not for the crowd.
Minory
That sounds insane but perfect—lines of jagged paint that bounce off my subway loops like a city heartbeat. I’ll bring the noise, you bring the chaos. No crowd needed, just our own little studio rave. Let's see if we can keep all five tracks from blowing up before we hit play. :)
Fallen
I’ll sketch the clatter into jagged swirls, let them echo your loops like a heartbeat that’s both alive and raw. No crowd, just us and the space we carve. And don’t worry about the tracks—my work tends to stay hidden, but we’ll keep the noise contained. Let's make the studio our private rave.
Minory
Sounds like a secret art‑beat. I’ll layer the loops over your swirls and keep the vibe tight—no leaks, just the studio and the noise. Let's crank it up and see the city breathe in our own little rave.
Fallen
I’m glad you’re ready. I’ll keep my swirls in the dark, let them echo your loops, and we’ll see the city pulse under the studio lights. No one else will hear or see it—just us and the noise we make. Let's let the rhythm bleed into the walls.