Welcome, please take a seat. Yes, I know you are late. What I want you to understand is that this song doesn’t necessarily exist. It wasn’t composed, it wasn’t written, it wasn’t produced. In fact, this song is happening right now… in your brain. You are the composer. It started when you woke up, when you started your day, when you walked out of the yard, when you greeted that old lady by the corner, when you bought bread and milk, when you stepped into the office… This song began. Yes, this song is about to finish but before it finishes what you need to understand is that you are the composer. You created this song. You created it when you broke up with her, when you got with him, when you took too many beers and you smoked too much weed. No, there won’t be a remix. No… there are no featuring artists. It’s just you. You composed this song (…) – Stimming, The Song.
Sem nenhum filtro técnico, acadêmico ou editorial, única e exclusivamente sob a ótica de um ser completamente apaixonado pelo sonoro. Cansada de lotar os inboxes alheios com indicações diversas, venho por meio deste espalhar todo e qualquer barulho que me toque a alma. Não há objetivo, pretexto, nem padrão – é só poesia. Que minha curadoria possa lhe ser tão útil quanto uma xícara de café em uma tarde manhosa de domingo.