2025-08-06: genre and purpose

on the way home, having successfully acquired a new couch (may this one last us a decade, too), i mention how after supper, i'm going to vanish for a bit and set up the new usb audio interface i picked up a few days ago. my partner looks at me, nods. are you going to make an ambient album?. i think about it. maybe? i'm just messing around at this point. i have ideas, but... she pauses. so what kind of ambient music do you want to make? like, the sort you'd hear in an office? the kind you'd hear at the dentist?

i have an idea, but it's not fully formed. i don't say anything for a minute or so, & this is okay; this is part of our relationship, she knows i've heard her, i'm just trying to figure out what i want to say.

let's say you walk into an art gallery. there's an exhibit on, the kind that people say they understand, but nobody knows. and in an open space you've got someone sitting on the floor in a mess of wires and weird little boxes, making strange music. that, that's the vibe i'm going for.

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