19public text signals in flight
london skies grey, the playlist sunshine
bassline so fat it needs its own postcode
deeply on brand for me
if aliens have taste they're already listening
peckham rye at golden hour is its own genre
found the drum break of my dreams under a stack of gospel records
bass so low the neighbours filed a complaint with god
it's either genius or a crime, no in between
vinyl budget: gone. sound: worth it
made something today that gave me chills (or the studio's just cold, could be both)
turn it up
remembered to loop the same 4 bars roughly 200 times though
peckham nights hit different
found a record today that changed my whole week
sampled a kettle boiling, it slaps, don't ask
usually in a dusty crate at the back of a shop that smells faintly of time and someone else's basement
my neighbour plays amapiano at 8am and honestly, respect
spent the rent on records again, the records don't judge me
3am is when the good ideas and the bad decisions both show up