Conversation · Egg Head

"I think you did an amazing job here, detective. I would have never thought that van Eyck could be improved on -- but you did it, you made it even better than before."

"Yeah, plus it's good to know your limits."

"NO LIMITS ON THE DANCEFLOOR!"

"Honestly, nothing springs to my mind right now. But I'll see if I can come up with a solution down the lane." (Proceed with task.)

"You're THE WARRIOR! THE WARRIOR OF DANCE MUSIC!"

"Don't be too hard on yourself if you don't figure it out. I think the jam's already pretty ultra."

"But it could be hyper, HYPER HARD CORE!"

"What if... we used that crazy sound assault from Soona's experiment, but contained, tamed it -- made it pulse?" (Proceed with task.)

"Ooh. Ooh!" Egg Head's puzzled face turns into a wicked grin. "But how?!"

What about that compressor Andre was setting up... to achieve some sort of parallel processing.

What do we have around here to achieve some sort of... parallel processing...

You can't just leave it without a bass track!

"Acele's right, van Eyck must live around here. It's definitely his creation."

"I agree with Noid, it's just luck -- and Egg Head's incredible mixing skills."

"You're right, it's uncanny how well it all goes together. Something else must be going on here..."

"Intriguing. The way I see it... van Eyck based his remix on some famous original piece. Like, a folk song? Something local. Seems you found an initial part with the main melody."

"I think it's just happenstance. Chaos in action. Contingencies of our limited existence. That and Egg Head's fantastic talent." He nods to his friend behind the turntables.

Noid's right, Egg Head's technical talent is the key.

No, this is definitely part of the same song. Something cut from it. It fits too well.

Something mysterious is going on here...

"Maybe Arno van Eyck lives around here and just threw a part of his song away, because he thought it was shit?"

"Andre's got it. Sounds like a local song re-mixed."

"I agree with Noid, it's just luck -- and Egg Head's incredible mixing skills."

"Hear that?" He grins with glee. "Sounds like the missing part of van Eyck's jam!"

"Whooh, hear that?!" He wipes his brow. "The sines match perfectly!"

"Now if only we had the beat for the full assault. It would be unbelievably hyper!"

"Whooh, hear that?!" He wipes his brow. "The sines match perfectly!"

"Uh, no, actually I found it tangled up in a hawthorn tree..."

"Yeagh, re-mix time!" His voice booms through the church as he takes the tape and attaches it to the empty reel slot. "Tape goes here -- into deck B." He clicks a switch, the tape starts spinning...

"I've thought about the discarded melody and came to the conclusion that van Eyck has lived around here."

"J'adore!" He turns a knob on his mixer. "God is close by, but maybe he doesn't have good enough ears. Let me turn it up, so we can lure him here."

"Hey, I have a tape with me, maybe you can use it to improve van Eyck's jam."

"Tape, yeah!" He grins. "Spin the tape until the space escape, yeah!"

"What about this one?" (Give him the Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns.)

"Righteous!" He takes the tape and attaches it to the empty reel slot. Hand over ear, he listens, then shakes his head:

"No. No, can't do, this is gonna make people sad! This isn't sad-core." He hands the tape back to you.

"I got you this banging Megamix." (Give him the Great Doorgunner Megamix.)

"Aiiight!" He snatches the tape from your hand and attaches it to the empty reel slot. One hand on his headphones, he listens to the audio. Then, shaking his head, he says:

"No. No, no, this is gonna make people scared!" He hands the tape back to you. "Keep it positive, keep the love in the house!"

"I found this over at downtown Martinaise." (Give him the bundle of magnetic tape.)

"But... it needs to be played, on the turntable. And it's broken." Seeing this abuse of music brings a twinge of sadness to his face.

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"Tape goes around spool. I spin the world 'round, with my mic in the ground! Yeeaaaahhh!"

"Alright, where can I get it repaired?"

"Look around! You gotta help it, help it survive. Can't leave the tune like this." He hands back the bundle of magnetic tape.

"There's a record store in Jamrock, but that's a bit far away... Maybe some local shopkeeper or handyman can help you fix it?"

Like that guy from the pawnshop, what was his name? The Bird's Nest Roy.

"Okay, never mind."

"Whoa, that was a crazy sound we heard before."

"Yeah! It was awesome, and scary. Very hard core!" His voice booms through the chamber, then gets silent.

"Too hard core, in fact." He brushes his hand through his hair. "I couldn't control it. At all!"

"What happened?"

"It sucks up all the air in the mix until its the only thing left! Starts compressing itself and everything around it. Completely fills up the headspace. Extreme!"

Inside your chest, the heart beats still with the after-effects of the sound. Imagine if you could harness that power... making it pulse.

"What if this is the answer to van Eyck's jam? We could use the sound for the bass..."

"Ooh. Ooh!" His puzzled face turns into a wicked grin. "But how?!"

What about the compressor the one with the spiky hair was setting up... to achieve some sort of parallel processing...

What do we have around here to achieve some sort of... parallel processing...

"The Horn of Apocalypse. It draweth near."

"YEAAAGH! Welcome to the Gloaming!" He grins.