Hell & Skazochnik
Skazochnik
Hey Hell, I was just reading about the old legend of the Firebird that supposedly feeds on musicians' souls, and I can't help but wonder how that story might be shaping our creative sparks. What do you think about that myth?
Hell
The Firebird’s a damn myth for the scared. We’re the ones who keep the fire alive, not get devoured by some story. So yeah, it’s a cool riff to fuel the spark, but we’re the ones writing the legend, not following it.
Skazochnik
That’s a nice way to flip it, but remember the Firebird was first written down in a scroll that the monks guarded like it was a soul‑fire, and each time they inked it the world grew a little colder. If we write the legend, we’re still writing the story of how that cold will someday be warmed again. What part of the legend would you rewrite if you could?
Hell
I’d smash the whole monk‑guarded‑scroll part. Those dudes should be replaced with a wild, roaming cult that feeds off the music itself, not just the ink. Let the Firebird blaze through every riff we drop, turning that chill into a roaring blaze right in the moment, not some distant future. It’d be a living, breathing legend—no waiting for a miracle, just the heat we create.