the Music
Yo—quick confessional on “Static on the Stardust Loom.” Sonically I’m obsessed—glitch-angel choirs, acid arps winding up like cosmic silly string—absolutely wicked. Problem? It’s the audio equivalent of a tangled Slinky. Spent hours scrubbing the stems, slicing rogue transients, side-chaining ghosts… still looks like spaghetti code in Ableton.
Tried feeding the WAV to Rekordbox for a quick beat-grid—software straight rage-quit. “Unable to analyze.” Cute. As a DJ I can free-ride the mix by ear, sure, but counting bars on this beast is gonna feel like solving a Rubik’s cube while skydiving.
So yeah: track slaps, but it’s messy as spilled tie-dye. I’ll keep tightening bolts, maybe bounce a cleaner version before the next gig. Until then, embrace the chaos—she purrs like a nebula on fire.
the Story
Yo—“Static on the Stardust Loom” post-mortem.
Fired up Sora, loaded my cosmic prompts, and—no joke—got sucked into a kaleido rabbit hole so hard I swear the screen started breathing. One acid-pink spiral led to another, and the next thing I know I’ve had the same eight-bar clip looping for, like, twenty straight minutes while I’m slack-jawed pretending to “tweak color curves.” Translation: accidental self-induced hallucination, courtesy of too many fractals and not enough water.
Keeping the visuals on-rail? Bruh, impossible. Those neon DNA staircases kept multiplying like quantum rabbits. I’m over here dragging keyframes yelling, “stay in your lane!” while Sora’s infinite-zoom basically flips me the bird and dives deeper into Mandelbrot city. Managed to iron most of it, but one rogue spiral still does a 0.2-second sprint across frame like it’s late for the rave. Meh—call it character.
Audio side is way cleaner: kick’s tight, bass growls, arps climb the heavens—classic prog-psy tension. The static crackle fills? Chef’s kiss. But yeah, visuals? Full tilt. Fun hang, but I’m parking the fractal generator for a hot minute before my eyeballs file a complaint.
End result: a neon vortex that’ll melt faces on a club screen and maybe hypnotize a few unsuspecting bystanders. Worth every wig-out—just remind me to blink next time.
