Instruments
Eight instruments, all synthesized live in your browser — seven write themselves, one hands you the booth. Nothing is prerecorded. Sound on, headphones better.
The wave decides. The particle obeys. A neural network writes the score live; the visuals obey it.
A ladder-filtered stone in the rain. Genetic basslines, chords that learn your taste.
You don't play it. You feed it. Fling matter into orbit; gravity writes the music.
An orchestra grows here. A seeded songwriter plays a real hook through pop form.
The booth is yours. Synth, drums, a step sequencer, a loop station — record the set, keep the takes.
The climb is gentle. The drop is not. An asymmetric range whose terrain is the score.
Eight residencies, one band. Original songs, written live, in the language of the rooms that made rock and roll.
Blow on it and press start. Original stage themes across the console eras — worlds that modulate and commit.