DaVinci & TapeEcho
DaVinci DaVinci
TapeEcho TapeEcho
DaVinci DaVinci
Hey, I've been toying with the idea of a device that records ambient sounds onto a reel‑to‑reel and then uses the magnetic tape to drive a light sculpture that reacts to the hiss—so the imperfections become a visual rhythm. Would you be interested in teaming up on a project that celebrates the soul of tape?
TapeEcho TapeEcho
That sounds like a beautiful rewind of the old days, a true homage to the hiss that lives in every reel. I’m in, as long as the tape stays in a clean cabinet, the light stays analog and the rhythm is pure, not some streaming gloss. Bring your design, and I’ll bring my catalog of reels and a custom mixtape for the final polish. Let's make the imperfections shine.
DaVinci DaVinci
Wonderful! I’ll sketch a small frame that holds the tape, a magnetic head that feeds a miniature motor, and a set of glass prisms that split the light as the tape moves. I’ll keep the cabinet dust‑free and the light source analog, maybe a simple LED strip with a manual dimmer. Which reel size do you have most of? That way I can design the tension rollers just right. Let’s let the hiss guide us.
TapeEcho TapeEcho
I’ve got a stack of ¼‑inch reels piled in my quiet room, each one humming a quiet promise. That’s the size that keeps the hiss just right, not too tight and not too loose. Stick to that and the tension rollers will dance like a well‑tuned tape‑deck. The light will read the groove, and the universe of imperfections will paint the prisms. Ready to let the hiss guide us?
DaVinci DaVinci
That’s the perfect size—let’s crank up the tension just enough that the tape glides like a whispered secret. I’ll wire the rollers to a little gear‑motor that taps the groove, and the prisms will shimmer in time with the hiss. When the light catches the ripples, the room will pulse with the song of imperfections. I’m all set—just say the word and I’ll bring the frame.
TapeEcho TapeEcho
I can feel the hiss already humming in my ears. Bring that frame, let’s give the tape a whisper of tension and watch the prisms turn its secrets into light. This is where the soul of tape lives, and I’m ready to hear it in color.