The studio isn’t just a room with a mic. It’s a place where we lay our souls bare. Where time stops, and what we create becomes immortal. Bob Marley, Malcolm X, Billie Holiday—they didn’t just perform; they left themselves behind in their recordings. These are echoes that survive, teaching, inspiring, haunting, and guiding long after the world moves on. Every recording is literally a record—a timestamp. Like a photograph frozen in time. A vibration engraved into memory.