How I Make Ambient Music: The Studio, the Gear, and the Space Between Notes
People assume that ambient music must be the easiest kind to make.
No lyrics to write. No chord progressions to nail. No drummer to book. Just... press a key and let it ring, right?
I understand why it looks that way from the outside. And I won't pretend it has the same kind of technical demands as, say, a string quartet arrangement or a jazz improvisation. But making ambient music that actually does something — that genuinely changes the quality of a room, that gives a listener's nervous system something to rest against — that's a different kind of hard. It's the hard of restraint. The hard of knowing when to stop. The hard of trusting that the thing you just played, imperfect and unresolved as it is, is already what it needs to be.
That last one is the hardest thing I've learned in years of doing this.
Here's how the music actually gets made.
It Starts Before I Touch Anything
There's a ritual to getting into the studio that I don't talk about much but that matters more than almost anything in the signal chain.
Before a single note is played, before a fader is moved, I almost always begin with scent. Incense, usually. Sometimes Palo Santo. I let the smoke move through the room while things warm up — the synths need time, the tape machines need time, the room itself needs time. I'm not being precious about it. It's just that I've noticed, over years of paying attention, that this small act of intention changes how I enter the session. The air shifts. Something in me shifts with it.
Ambient music is made in a particular state of mind — or more accurately, a particular state of body. Relaxed but present. Open but not scattered. The ritual helps me get there before I start asking the instruments to go there first.
The Instruments That Actually Matter
I have a studio full of gear. More than I need, probably. But the things that show up on nearly every Six Missing recording are a surprisingly short list.
The Korg PS-3100 is first, always. It's a fully polyphonic analog synthesizer from 1977 — enormous, heavy, temperamental, and completely unlike anything else I've ever played. Each note has its own dedicated filter and tuner, which means every chord you play has its own internal weather system. It drifts. It breathes. It sounds different every single time I turn it on, and I have genuinely never gotten a sound out of it that I couldn't use for something.
I found it after watching Olafur Arnalds talk about his own PS-3100 in an interview — the way he spoke about it, almost poetically, like it was a collaborator rather than a tool, made me realize I needed one. The search took months. When I finally found it, I had it put on a plane and picked it up at the airport like cargo that needed careful handling. Which it did.
The Moog Minimoog is the other cornerstone. It's a completely different instrument — focused where the PS-3100 is sprawling, precise where the PS-3100 is unpredictable — but it has the same essential quality: warmth. A thickness in the low mids that feels almost physical when it's in the room. It's been on nearly every Six Missing track I've ever made.
For drift — the first part of my new record drift, sway — the central instrument was neither of those. It was my Fender Jazzmaster, which I've named Hanna, after the person who encouraged me to get it. It started as a Classic Player body but I've modified it into something that feels entirely my own: hand-wound Creamery pickups, a Mastery bridge and trem, a new string tree, 500k pots swapped in for a better taper, and the rhythm circuit snipped out entirely. Plugged into a Boss DD-20 on 16-second looper mode, run through delay pedals and tape machines and a Meris Mercury7 reverb that makes things sound like they're happening somewhere slightly outside of this world.
The Single Take
This is the part of my process that people find strangest when I explain it, and also the part I'm most certain about.
I don't do overdubs. Or more precisely — I try very hard not to. Most of what you hear on a Six Missing record happened in one take, in real time, with no going back to fix anything.
For drift, every track started the same way. I'd pick up Hanna, get the looper running, and begin playing. No plan. No chord chart. No idea where it was going. I'd follow the sound wherever it wanted to lead — adding layers as they felt right, letting the delay lines build up their own internal logic, playing over and around what had already accumulated in the loop until the thing had its own shape.
And then I'd stop. When it felt complete, I stopped. Not when it was perfect — it was never perfect — but when it felt like it had said what it came to say.
That decision, to stop at the right moment rather than keep fixing, is maybe the central discipline of the whole practice. It's the discipline of trusting the take. Of believing that the accidental note that happened because your finger slipped is actually the right note, because it's the honest note. The one that was there in the room that day.
I've come to think of it as the difference between music that was made and music that happened. Most of what I love most about the records I've made is in the things that happened.
What the Effects Actually Do
The gear that shapes the sound of Six Missing most is not the instruments themselves — it's what happens to the sound after it leaves them.
Reverb is the primary tool. Long, lush reverb that stretches notes beyond their natural life, lets them blur into each other, dissolves the edges between sounds until the whole thing feels less like a series of notes and more like a single breathing thing. The Meris Mercury7 is the main reverb I use for guitar work — it has an almost orchestral quality, a sense of vast physical space that I haven't found in anything else at its price point.
Delay is the other essential. The EarthQuaker Devices Avalanche Run was, genuinely, the instrument that started Six Missing. I bought it at Main Drag Music in Williamsburg, and the person ringing me up said, 'Hope you enjoy losing three days.' They were not wrong. My first Six Missing release was built entirely from improvising with that pedal — one long session of me playing and it playing back at me. It creates a kind of call-and-response with itself, a stereo spread that feels alive in a way that most digital reverb doesn't.
There are also tape machines in the chain. Vintage units with their own character — flutter, saturation, a subtle warmth that no plugin has ever fully replicated for me. The imperfections are the point. A perfectly clean recording of a synthesizer sounds like a synthesizer. A recording run through a tape machine sounds like a memory of a synthesizer. The distance is what I'm after.
The Part That Sounds Like Magic But Isn't
People sometimes ask if ambient music is just improvisation — if I'm just sitting down and playing whatever comes out and calling it a record.
The honest answer is: yes and no. The performance is improvised. The context is not.
Before I sit down to play, I've thought carefully about what I'm trying to make. Not in terms of notes or chords, but in terms of feeling. What is this piece for? What state of mind does it want to create? What's the temperature of it — warm or cool, close or distant, still or slowly moving?
Those questions are the composition. The instrument answers them. My job is to stay out of the way long enough to let the answer come, and then to recognize it when it does.
That's the part that looks like magic from the outside. But it's really just a very long practice of learning to listen — to the room, to the instrument, to whatever is moving through you on a given afternoon — and trusting what you hear.
Everything else is just signal chain.
