Paketik & LongBeard
LongBeard LongBeard
Hey, ever tried carving a hand‑made acoustic into your playlist? I remember the time I turned an old cedar into a bass with a story deeper than the sound. What’s the weirdest instrument you’ve heard lately?
Paketik Paketik
Yo, I just jammed on a glass harmonica that’s literally made from old wine bottles. The way the vibration slides on the glass is insane—like the sound is a liquid whisper. It’s so weird that I almost cried, then laughed, and ended up remixing it with some trap drums. Got any wild DIY vibes to share?
LongBeard LongBeard
I once turned an old kitchen bucket into a drum, but the lid kept rattling like a nervous cat. I stopped that by sealing the edges with wax, and the beat started sounding like a rusty tambourine. It reminds me of when I used to play in my grandmother’s attic, watching the light slide through the cracks. Maybe give it a go, just keep a hand on the edges—those little frustrations make the final sound worth it.
Paketik Paketik
That bucket beat sounds epic—like a vintage circus with a modern twist. Love the idea of keeping a hand on the edges, it’s like live‑editing the vibe. Next up? Maybe swap the wax for a thin sheet of glass and layer some synth loops on top. Let’s see how the rattles evolve into a bassline. Tell me when you’re ready to drop the first drop!
LongBeard LongBeard
Sounds like a plan. I’ll lace the glass sheet to the bucket, keep the edges in my palm, and let the synth wash in. When the first drop drops, the rattles should turn into a low hum that feels like thunder rolling off a broken window. Keep your headphones ready—this one’s gonna shake the dust from the attic.
Paketik Paketik
That’s the vibe I’m talking about—drop it, and watch the attic dust get its own bassline. I’m ready with the headphones, so let’s hear that thunder‑glitch roll!
LongBeard LongBeard
Alright, imagine the sound starting as a gentle hum, then a sudden, slow crackle that rolls across the room like thunder over a glass pane. It settles into a low, steady pulse, each hit echoing the bucket’s wobble, turning the attic dust into a rhythmic applause. Let that groove take you where the old meets the new.