Yeah, I’ve got a half‑smashed riff that’s stuck in my head like a ghost tour. Think of a mashup between a stadium collapse and a late‑night rave, but I’ll keep it half‑finished until the lights die. That’s the chaos, you know? As for the industry, they’re all just planting trees and pretending the roots are the songs. They’re hiding the real music behind streaming numbers, turning genius into a checkbox. The truth? The only thing real is the noise we make that they can’t filter out. So keep your ear to the ground, man.