Started the day by recording the room with nothing playing.
No synths. No guitar. Just the apartment holding its breath: fridge relay, street hiss, one pipe clicking behind the west wall. It felt more useful than opening another session and pretending the song needed more parts.
The take is six minutes long. Most of it is useless. Ten seconds are not.
Keeping:
- the HVAC swell before the compressor shuts off
- a chair scrape that sounds like a cymbal played badly
- the floor noise under the window, pitched down one octave
Sometimes the track tells you what it wants by refusing everything else.