Brushstrokes from Tabletop Conversations by Six Missing, B9

Shaan’s piano here felt fluid, like paint moving across a canvas in slow motion. I processed it through my modular system, letting it fragment and re-form into something dreamlike—textures swelling and dissolving like clouds.
Using the “Fall” script on my Norns, I blurred the lines between piano and pad, melody and memory. The low-end hums with Moog warmth, wrapping the listener in a soft, slow-moving embrace.
This track is a meditation on softness and texture—like tracing your fingers over velvet, or sinking into the warmth of a late afternoon nap.

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