This, too, ended up not going into a game that got released in time for the jam, due to time constraints and overly-ambitious scope. I’m detecting a theme, here.

This year did not have a good track record for me. I’d definitely prefer if people who come to me for music have a plan to release something even if it’s unfinished.

Originally made this for a game which got cancelled due to time constraints and overly-ambitious scope, so I repurposed it for a different game, which also didn’t get finished for the jam due to time constraints and overly-ambitious scope.

Title music for Ass Without a Trace 2.

Game: Ass Without A Trace 2

This is the overworld theme for Yamatsu.

Game: Psycho Burst

Yamatsu wanted a soundtrack for a Binding of Isaac/Enter the Gungeon-like, with intimate scenes, and with combat music reminiscent of Armored Core.

Game: Psycho Burst

A version of “Chilling” made to sound like there’s an encroaching deadline.

Game: Quirky Therapy

This version triggers my tinnitus something fierce.

Music made for the obligatory underwater level of an abandoned game jam prototype.

There are a few game jams where I regularly sign up to make a lot of music for others, and usually err on the side of making too much because more often than not, the music I make ends up going unused in the jam itself. It’s always a little disappointing when that happens, but at least it gives me more music to release later.

From Airship Chef by Yamatsu, https://madebyyamatsu.itch.io/airship-chef

Game: Airship Chef

This song was inspired by repeatedly tapping the tuning fork button on my portable amp.

Lyrics: A Long Plastic Hallway

it’s inimical inimitable and so predictable not a miracle

it’s despicable deliverable get irritable, with a thread to pull, feeling minimal

a seeming emptiness encroaching loneliness result of pettiness, try to redress the phoniness

acrimonious sanctimonious a former holiness, the brokenness melodious

finding time to spare sit in the broken chair being unaware, without a care all thoughts laid bare

a tantric suicide already dead inside climb up the hillside, across the divide, smell insecticide

there’s a new tomorrow, it’s falling into place there’s a new tomorrow, it’s running out of space there’s a new tomorrow, it’s all fucked up get your new tomorrow, you’re out of luck

get a steady job, and another piece of me get a big tv, and another take get a new degree, stuck in the machinery in the new tomorrow, you get what you make

it’s inimical counterfactual and so predictable not a miracle

it’s despicable deliverable get irritable, with a thread to pull, feeling minimal

and you simply cannot see what this all has done to me simply cannot see through the crooked lies simply cannot see everything that’s eating me nobody is looking through each others’ eyes

simply cannot see what this all has meant to me simply cannot see through the skin disguise simply cannot see all the greater piece of me walking through the hallway something on the rise

feeling critical and irritable analytical parasitical

apocalyptical stereotypical it’s predictable, hypocritical, and a miracle

Game: Wet Rave

Without HRT I was losing track of time and my mental state, and every day was running into each other. I wanted to be kind to myself after my near-death experience but I also wanted to be productive. And everything felt the same as everything else.

I was feeling aimless from my recent health issues, and felt like nothing was going anywhere and nothing was worth doing anymore.