All Stems In

Narrative & Festival Context

Festival Program Note

One by one the pieces step into place—kick, bass, strings, squeaks, and a thousand off-key voices—until the master bus glows like a sunrise. It’s the moment the whole field realizes they’re not listening to a track; they are the track, finally printed together on one big, beating timeline.

Lead Puppet Producer

Dial – Dial didn’t have to invent a concept for this one—he just described how he already hears the world. To him, people aren’t “too much” or “off-beat,” they’re just stems that haven’t been routed yet. He built the track like a literal session file: common sends for love, FX returns for the weird, a master bus wide enough to hold every crackle and shaky tone without clipping. The chorus is basically his worldview—no solo track left outside the song—because Dial believes the grid isn’t there to judge you, it’s there to hold you steady while you lock in with everyone else. All Stems In is what happens when the metronome-soul decides belonging is a routing decision, not a personality trait.

Track Dedication

Dedicated to the other half of the audience—the wallflowers, the hoodie-hiders, the nervous first-timers, the friends holding everyone’s water bottles, and the ones who don’t know a single artist on the poster but came anyway because something in them hoped they might belong here.

From the kids who spent an hour choosing an outfit and still think they picked wrong, to the older heads in comfortable shoes—the ones with a mosh-pit scar from ’96 and a chiropractor who knows their festival schedule. You’re not forgotten. You’re proof the scene has history, a future, memory, and heart.

Everything feels whole because you showed up. Every crowd needs its soft edges: the watchers, the listeners, the shy shoulders swaying a little off-beat. You are the pulse between the kicks, the breath between the drops—the calm that keeps the chaos beautiful. And honestly? This is the part of the crowd where you’ll find me hiding too. I’ll join you shortly with the Advil. You’re already part of the family the moment you step through the gate. Showing up is enough. You’re enough.

Lyrics – “All Stems In (Master Bus Family)”

Official lyrics are provided below for reference. For a synced or formatted version, you can also visit Musixmatch.

Diagnostics
Tempo locked
BPM aggressive
Session felt bus
All stems in!

Felt and fur on the barricade rail
Blue foam hands and a yarn tail tale
Tall ones bouncing with the tiny crew
Patchwork people in a neon brew
Offbeat heart in a fuzzy chest
Every color in a hi-vis vest
Solo tracks with a shaky tone
We drag and drop—you're not alone

Route the love to a common send
Group the ghosts, let the meters blend
Quantized feet in a four-on-floor
Three, two... render more!

All stems in, master bus glow
Every felted freak in the same I/O
Kicks and squeaks, we belong in the drive
Sidechained out till the hopes survive
Blue or orange, big, small, layer and tide
We bounce as one when the drops ignite
No solo track left outside the song
If you're here—you're in the mix, you belong!

Boop boop, stomp stomp, okay
Every puppet on the bus today
Foam hair frizz in the strobe light haze
Glitter in the gain, clipping on praise
Googly eyes in a sidechain sway
Every odd stem finds its way
Try a little voice in a crowded send
We print you loud when the builds ascend
MIDI hearts on a tangled grid
We warp the shame till the fear is hid

Route your weird to the FX return
Let the reverb teach it burn
Pan your doubt to the left, joy to the right
Three, two... unite!

All stems in, master bus glow
Every fur-lined kick in the same I/O
Highs and meats, we belong in the drive
Sidechained lonely till the love survives
Blue or orange, big, small, layer and tide
We bounce as one in the peak night light
No solo track left outside the song
If you're breathing—you're in the mix, you belong!

Single stem in an empty lane
Muted fader hiding pain
Scheduled clip or sound too wrong?
But every crackle has a song
Bring your hiss and broken tone
We don't leave you on your own
On this bus, no track's too strange
We mix you in, we gain stage... change!
Is the master ready? (Yes!)
Are the stems all in? (Yes!)
Any freaks left outside? (No!)
Bounce it... loud!

All stems in, let the bus on fire
Fur wave walls and a felted choir
Kicks, our squeaks, we belong in the drive
Print this night so it stays alive
Blue or orange, big, small, stack that height
We're one tall waveform in the festival night
From first MIDI note to the final gong
We are the... the Feltware family

We belong!
We belong!
Session saved. Bounce complete
All stems in. Goodnight, beat