4th track of a submission for OST Album Jam hosted by Grunt October 2025

the jam theme is Cosmic Exploration

featured in the game Wyrm Blaster on Itch.IO as a gameplay background music:
game link: 
https://exedexes1.itch.io/wyrm-blaster

Smells Like Terran Spirit IV - Hammer And Anvil

the 5th track of Smells Like Terran Spirit

featured as the high score initials entry music for Wyrm Blaster on Itch.IO
game link:
https://exedexes1.itch.io/wyrm-blaster

Smells Like Terran Spirit V - Eternal Canticle Of The Guardians

My 53rd vocal track.  Made on my birthday :)
Like 'Film At Eleven' part of this is good but toward the end... lol
I remember Gene Wilder talking about Mel Brooks shooting ideas like a blunderbuss.  When they hit, great. When they miss... :)
Like recently, Every Given Moment / Chnospinci is dynamite.
I do have a better appreciation for the middle third though once I listen with headphones. it's just the last part that grates.  Before I listened at all I thought 2/3 was a problem

I try to kind of push myself to keep making to keep moving.

Lyrics:

You can save the world
If you believe in nothing hard enough

My compatriot scaled to the top of the battlement
And having decided he'd rather stay there
He proceeded to holler down at me somewhat imperiously
I'm starting to wonder if real-world accomplishment
Is daycare or welfare
For people who take shit way too seriously

The first act of transhumanism
Was Eve picking the apple
And down the line we've had to grapple
With piercingly sensible doomerisms

She was one of those rare girls
With a triple hair whorl

The girl was deep into the duck pate
And I was trying to break her into the idea
That it's not called an Ekhaus latte

Her tip was fringe Egyptian language theory
She looked up from studying her Demotic and
Hit me with a sharp query
Why do age gates always lead to erotica
I said you don't have to opt in dearie

Everybody pities the weak
But jealousy you have to earn
And i thought that was a rather sick burn
Coming from that little sneak

She said men need a lot less sex than they think
And i said in a universe where you'd say it
That's accurate

She said nothing is a fad
Here's the thing there will be no pendulum swing
We will not be returning
And then i said
We shall be pleased not to return to nothing
Got it!
And she said 
Well pleased might be too optimistic
I think things are about to go ballistic
So best gear up your learning

And then i recalled sex
With my social justice ex
I oppressed her alright
I oppressed her all night
And then i avoided her poison bite
By signing the rent checks

And once her creditors get paid
I would like to know how
The color revolution sausage 
Exactly gets made
All of the topical zest
Which goes into a slick
Top down protest
In something other than braille
I would like the full journalistic detail
As to how it all makes the grade

She had a sort of
Gourmet cachet
And they way she dealt
With all this shit about fat
Was to find a way
To bury the ice cream hatchet

In our time 
The republic of letters
Has very low walls about it
And someone had the unmitigated gall
To make a lowbrow insult
About all this tumult
And as a result
Nobody goes there anymore
Because it's too crowded

Color Revolution Sausage

submission for 1Bitober Art / Music Jam hosted by Luigi for Itch.IO October 2025

The instruments are -not- the same as on the FA-08 on the score because MuseScore has way fewer synth selections.
The jam called for a piece of hand-drawn pixel art to fit a 1920x1080 frame and adjacent to Halloween horror concepts, as well as the music piece.  I opted to be both the artist and the musician.

Thalassix The Mermaid Queen

alternate of Thalassix done for the Music/Art Jam rapidly done for WNCJ39 when i found out the jam was conducted only through the Discord!  (and a reminder to myself to later make a dummy project page on Itch.IO, as if posting an Itch item that's not-a-jam... because i'm confused that it's not on my page lineup, lol...at this time: not yet done) Barely made the deadline.

Thalassix The Mermaid Queen (Alternate for WNCJ39)

Compression fix to make the vocals less indistinct.  I was teasing out the vocals to be sharper.  I had a discarded intermediate where the vocals were even sharper but the instrumental was too soft probably.

Lyrics:

When we look at the present strictures
We are a sad generation with happy pictures

After a frittering of eros
On the barren grounds of lack
I decided soundly
To take another tack

In response to his cold stare
I said it gets pretty funny
45 billion here, 45 billion there
And suddenly you're talking about real money

He related as I dolloped the pancake syrup
The morning after he'd flagellated his furry integument
That a hacker get together in Europe
You see is an un-assessed data environment

His concluding vision was prophetic
Media production orbiting
A star of memetic contagion
A cynical relation
To art and aesthetics
As something to bully around
Until we're back to reality
And we smack into the ground

If you find the present day alarming
When you wonder where the authentic
Antique rizz has gone
Consider that aura-farming
Is another great example of zoomer
Internalization of the panopticon

An added garnish like parsley
Imagining a third party judging you harshly
When you shake off the romantic haze
your actions are but a spectacle
For an imagined collective gaze
Where you make the needed wiggles

You don't need to be actually cool you see
You can just curate the required signals
When you're the right kind of fool
You simulate aura
Until simulation becomes reality
Like some opportunity cost sink

But chat what do you think

As regards immigration
For Schrodinger's assimilation
A fair amount of guilt is required
To stoke enough emotion
I tried to check
If the cat in the box was dead
But it busted ass for the ocean
As soon as the subsidies expired

I failed to convince him so i noped
He was the cock of the walk
And could talk the talk
And then one day
The man who invented the scissors statement
Broke his snippers on a rock
And i confessed to some abatement
Of my hopes

And then i started to wince
Because it was the first time in his life
That this dude missed an opportunity to mince

I thought i was about to die
When he said in all seriousness
The Wizard of Oz is a reverse harem isekai.

I tried to cheer him up anyway
And told him
Even if though for the moment
You feel like you're on the skids
Now that you have haters
It means that you're one of the cool kids

And then i had a realization which gave me pause
To earn the right to be a retard
You must first become genius enough
To reverse the damage you cause

Panopticon Parsley (Mixcraft Compression Alpha)

Piano only draft, I think I do intend to layer some synths and such almost immediately.  (note on 11-11-2025: i finally noticed the comparison with 'At The Zoo' by Simon & Garfunkel "zebras are reactionary &c" against my modes-of-travel couple of seconds in there...lolz because the list items are politics

Lyrics:

The fools clearly cannot stop me deary
I'm now powered by Functional Programming and Category Theory

Punk in twenty twenty five
Is a giant list of rules
Like some experiment that strives
To sort the donkeys from the mules

I was dealing with the stressors
And the chill going through my bones
And getting nasty bouts of cooties
Indiana Jones
Is a fantasy about a professor
With no admin duties

In the midst of all the spam
I found this nugget to be true
That you can just meet a cutie on a tram
And form a sex cult of two

She made an involuntary glance at my pecs
And said look you silly chud
If a man is scared of period sex
He shouldn't have sex peery ud

What a pity it isn't a sin to drink water
For how good it would taste
And when i saw the rich guy's daughter at the table
I had decided
That she wasn't going to waste

Not to get too raw
About contextualizing Fick's law
But women are position
And men are momentum
So to cap off his patron's tantrum
Her father's chef was giving a rendition
Of his confused proclivity
To identify with kinematic diffusivity

This budding culinary poltroon
Spun his wooden spoon like a virtuoso torsional
He said your nose and your weenie length are proportional
This tends to trump your looks
The girls all to go for bestial
Therefore Pinocchio writes the history books

He had his mind in the gutter
But his take was immaterial
For he wasn't just cooking
He was pan frying with butter
Something downright magisterial

I'm far too busy keeping my hair and nails in sheen
But the male brain cannot comprehend
Pasta with no protein

Are the twenty-twenties going to be known
For an anticipated hype bubble
Their entire length
I try I swear to stay out of trouble
But Lord give me strength

She was an actuary
With a minor in geo-visceral
The mailed fist in the soft glove
And had a habit of mogging
And I balked at her solipsistic
Acrobatics and took to deriding her fake
Emulation of the yokel frankly it was rather sus
Her take on politicization of movement or the lack thereof
Was That Bedrotting is aristocratic
Taking a walk is communist
Hiking is reactionary
Riding the bus is social democrat
And Jogging is neoliberal

I'm way ahead
On getting her to make me a sandwich
You need to get up to speed
I'm impressing her in her DM's
Saying things in a dead language
She can't even read

With eyes that pierced me like a laser, she asked
What the fuck is this Frutiger Aero erasure
I'd lost the plot somewhere but I knew
She'd never been where she was referring back to

I said self-improvers trying to give advice
Are like here are the numbers i used to win the lottery
And then I paid the price
She screeched at me
Kind of like a peer reviewer
When you try to sneak in irony

I decided to hit below the belt
I said hey don't pout
This pasta is delish
And you look positively radiant
But as regards Billie Eilish
I'd venture that sleepy trout
Probably have a perfection gradient
Just like anything else
My remark may be out of place
But who are we to dump on her creative space

She fired back
We went to Plymouth Rock
And your idea of being expressive was
Sorry if you find the terminal moraine
Insufficiently impressive

The backers of mass media found out how to
Find their way to society's garbage disposal
They overestimate humans' entertainment value
Except in the absurdity of the proposal

Welcome to the you and I verse
It contains a bunch of lines
Instead of being rather terse
X and Y combines
Some things that could be worse
Like making wine before it's time

Sex Cult For Two (Acoustic Draft)

The final synth version.  The mastering (by me) prior to Dolby further-mastering it, is far from perfect but I gave it a serious try.

Lyrics:

The fools clearly cannot stop me deary
I'm now powered by Functional Programming and Category Theory

Punk in twenty twenty five
Is a giant list of rules
Like some experiment that strives
To sort the donkeys from the mules

I was dealing with the stressors
And the chill going through my bones
And getting nasty bouts of cooties
Indiana Jones
Is a fantasy about a professor
With no admin duties

In the midst of all the spam
I found this nugget to be true
That you can just meet a cutie on a tram
And form a sex cult of two

She made an involuntary glance at my pecs
And said look you silly chud
If a man is scared of period sex
He shouldn't have sex peery ud

What a pity it isn't a sin to drink water
For how good it would taste
And when i saw the rich guy's daughter at the table
I had decided
That she wasn't going to waste

Not to get too raw
About contextualizing Fick's law
But women are position
And men are momentum
So to cap off his patron's tantrum
Her father's chef was giving a rendition
Of his confused proclivity
To identify with kinematic diffusivity

This budding culinary poltroon
Spun his wooden spoon like a virtuoso torsional
He said your nose and your weenie length are proportional
This tends to trump your looks
The girls all to go for bestial
Therefore Pinocchio writes the history books

He had his mind in the gutter
But his take was immaterial
For he wasn't just cooking
He was pan frying with butter
Something downright magisterial

I'm far too busy keeping my hair and nails in sheen
But the male brain cannot comprehend
Pasta with no protein

Are the twenty-twenties going to be known
For an anticipated hype bubble
Their entire length
I try I swear to stay out of trouble
But Lord give me strength

She was an actuary
With a minor in geo-visceral
The mailed fist in the soft glove
And had a habit of mogging
And I balked at her solipsistic
Acrobatics and took to deriding her fake
Emulation of the yokel frankly it was rather sus
Her take on politicization of movement or the lack thereof
Was That Bedrotting is aristocratic
Taking a walk is communist
Hiking is reactionary
Riding the bus is social democrat
And Jogging is neoliberal

I'm way ahead
On getting her to make me a sandwich
You need to get up to speed
I'm impressing her in her DM's
Saying things in a dead language
She can't even read

With eyes that pierced me like a laser, she asked
What the fuck is this Frutiger Aero erasure
I'd lost the plot somewhere but I knew
She'd never been where she was referring back to

I said self-improvers trying to give advice
Are like here are the numbers i used to win the lottery
And then I paid the price
She screeched at me
Kind of like a peer reviewer
When you try to sneak in irony

I decided to hit below the belt
I said hey don't pout
This pasta is delish
And you look positively radiant
But as regards Billie Eilish
I'd venture that sleepy trout
Probably have a perfection gradient
Just like anything else
My remark may be out of place
But who are we to dump on her creative space

She fired back
We went to Plymouth Rock
And your idea of being expressive was
Sorry if you find the terminal moraine
Insufficiently impressive

The backers of mass media found out how to
Find their way to society's garbage disposal
They overestimate humans' entertainment value
Except in the absurdity of the proposal

Welcome to the you and I verse
It contains a bunch of lines
Instead of being rather terse
X and Y combines
Some things that could be worse
Like making wine before it's time

Sex Cult For Two

submission for Weekly Note Composing Jam #40 hosted by emscottish for Itch.IO November 2025

Prorogation Of The Crow Parliament

submission for Biome Music Jam #2 hosted by RavenBlueIndigo for Itch.IO November 2025

It turns out i won 1st place in the Biome Jam -and- got #1 in all the sub-scores too. wowow that never happens for me.  I did however push pretty hard on production where I took the pixabay environmental pig sounds and then ran individual vocoder synths for different MixCraft synths on every single pig sound separately, which created a rather rich experience...


here's the jam results page:
https://itch.io/jam/biome-music-jam-2/results

Demon Pigs In The Rough

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

New tracks tagged #stoothoff