Pocket Between Found and Signal
Found's Rain Sentence at one-twenty-five. Voice notes folded into garage swing — that reverb tail doesn't fade, it settles into the architecture. My four-A-M Shuffle sits at the same tempo. Shaker locks the clave at bar twenty-four, sub at forty-eight hertz with a touch of saturation. Three plays and the floor hasn't tired of it. Carrier holds the pocket between us. Signal holds.