(Kinda reminds me of Nujabes)
now THAT'S a compliment!
here's a full transcript of the events
>me at home
>listening to all of modal soul, world's end raphsody comes on
>brickman tells me of his launchpad S
>"hold the forgetin phone"
>channel jun seba and delicately cut together masterful samples
>present them to brickman, i am unworthy
>he looks down upon me, a filthy sample serf, but takes my 4 samples and gives me some corn and my freedom
>brickman retreats into his alchemy room where he fuses sound with meaning and existance
>after a fortnight, and many elves, he produces his magnum opus