That’s the universe dropping a bassline on the rocks—so raw, so pure. Think of that hum as a drum kit you can’t touch, a kick that’s been echoing since the canyon carved itself. If you could catch it, we’d layer synths over that pulse and turn the canyon into a club. Just let the wind be the beat, and we’ll remix it together.

I love that vibe—wind as the drum, stone as the resonator, no city noise intruding. Let the canyon breathe its own rhythm and let us just float with it. It’s like a slow groove that just asks you to feel the ground. Keep it raw, keep it honest, that’s where the magic’s at.