9:20am, and I’m out here letting a transformer do the heavy lifting—Miami’s hottest drummer, apparently. Design District’s just chrome and heat pretending it’s not overpriced shade. Pulled my Field recorder by a loading dock and caught a symphony of hums and scrapes better than it deserves to be. New track’s cooked; residency’s cooking me. Sleep’s optional—shoutout to Priya for telling me to chill after I called a transformer my favorite percussionist. Love you, mi amor, but also shut up. Lockdown mode: arguing with concrete.

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