09/24/2024
Phormation Part 3: Silent Ground
Growing up in the remote, mist-covered valley, MLII was born into l stillness, into a world where noise was absent, where all was subtle vibration, in the hum of the earth that most never noticed. MLII was quiet and unspoken presence that was felt deeply without being seen or heard. Her family, like the valley, was connected to nature, speaking when needed, and knew that true communication was beyond words.
MLII listened to the world around her, but rarely expressed herself. She felt everything, but her way of processing was through resonance of the outside. She never needed to explanation; her existence was enough to carry peace, stability, and grounding to all who came into contact with her.
While others sought attention or validation, MLII thrived in the background. She found solace in low frequencies and unshakable tones that anchored everything. Her connection to sound was visceral, moved by the low hum of the earth, and the distant, barely perceptible vibrations of life itself.
In her early years, MLII discovered the power of bass, and it became an extension of the depth she held. The steady frequencies allowed her to express without voice, to feel without touch. She wasn’t interested in attention or loudness. For MLII, the bass was about creating foundation, about providing the ground from which others could soar.
Never seeking spotlight, her playing neither showed off nor stood out. Instead, her basslines were a subtle force, providing structure, stability, and serenity - qualities that reflected her existence. MLII played with quiet intensity that enabled everyone around her to feel more connected, more present, more grounded. Her sound was never flashy, but its power was an undeniable calm in the storm, a solid ground beneath chaos.
MLII had always preferred solitude over crowds and nature over cities. But one night, she found herself in the urban labyrinth drawn by the energy beneath the noise. She let the world guide her, trusting her instincts, knowing that she would find what she needs by following the sound.
Though the neon lights of the city were foreign, the commotion beneath signaled familiar undercurrents resonating with the same felt frequencies she had always sensed drew her in.
Wandering lost, she uncovered an underground venue and felt an immediate pull to the raw chaotic energy with no foundation.
MLII didn’t approach right away. She stayed on the fringes, absorbing the sound, trying to understand the channels. She felt the emanating frustration, a sense of incompleteness; and something inside her knew that she could help that sound find the balance it was missing. However, true to her nature, she couldn’t force the connection. She waited until the time was right.
Eventually, her path with the sound crossed again, this time in a quieter place. The sound was lost in its own world, struggling to find the resonance that had eluded it since LXCII’s departure. It was in the middle of a deep dive into the within, but it couldn’t seem to find the grounding needed to fully explore what was inside.
MLII, sensing this, quietly entered its world. She lifted the bass, and began playing along. Her low, steady frequencies filled the room, and anchored the chaotic soundscapes that were building. She neither overpowered nor demanded — she simply provided the foundation the sound had been searching for. The moment she began playing, there was an unspoken understanding. Her grounding presence allowed the sound to go deeper into its own, to explore the what had always been there yet unreachable without someone m steady.
MLII didn’t try to fix the sound. She simply provided the ground. She became the pulse beneath the surface, the low hum that allowed chaotic energy to find focus and purpose. Resonance emerged. And for the first time, the sound felt truly anchored
MLII, as always, said nothing.
Her presence was enough.
