東 · East · Yin A · Side
陰
Intuition The old root
A lullaby my mother hummed. Another one my grandmother hummed.
Bắc Bộ folk songs in the air, in the kitchen, on the radio.
Chinese drama soundtracks bleeding out of VHS tapes I rented from the shop down the street.
Nobody made me learn any of it.
It stayed anyway.
西 · West · Yang B · Side
陽
Architecture The new grid
First, a Sony CD player too big for my hands. Then a Walkman USB.
A cheap mic. Audition 1.5. A bedroom in the north of Vietnam.
Underground hip hop beats I downloaded off the internet, one by one.
2012, Skrillex blew the ceiling off.
I taught myself sound design by doing it wrong for years.
Eventually the signal started moving like weather.
The old patterns showed up on their own, eventually. Nobody had to teach them.
04 / The Signal
Tuning, mostly. Not writing.
A melody arrives. Sometimes a theme arrives first.
I sit with it until the arrangement starts carrying the mood on its own.
I am a voltage regulator with a microphone.
Catching what is already in the air. Gathering the moment.
Giving it back as a song.
If it lifts somebody one notch higher, the work was honest.
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