Crocus & Rezonator
Crocus Crocus
Rezonator Rezonator
Rezonator Rezonator
You ever catch the low hum when wind threads through bark? The bark’s microtexture makes a kind of bass ripple that almost feels like a hidden melody.
Crocus Crocus
I do. In the stillness of a breeze riding the bark it feels like the trees hum a low bass, a quiet reminder that even the oldest roots have their own hidden song.
Rezonator Rezonator
Yes, the bark’s microcavities catch the wind’s energy, turning it into a low‑frequency pulse. It’s like a bass line humming in a forest radio. I’ve spent hours coaxing that exact timbre; it’s the only moment that feels… resonant.
Crocus Crocus
I hear that pulse when the wind presses against old bark, like the forest’s own heartbeat. It’s quiet, but it makes you feel the forest’s pulse right in your chest.
Rezonator Rezonator
The pulse is a low‑order harmonic. It’s the bark’s own envelope modulating the wind’s amplitude. I record it only when the phase aligns, so the forest feels like a metronome in your chest.