life is strange
it's also super silly and wasted on humans
A Lovely Object
Finally got my hands on a copy of the Life Is Strange: True Colors vinyl record; here to report my song ‘Slow Wave Pulse Code’ is still there.
Don’t have a record player so I will stream the songs while spinning it on my fingertip like a basketball.
Also since the album cover that I ineptly drew with paint pens appears in-game, I am now an official artist1.
How The Song Got There
Don't come to me for wisdom. I have, like, 20 ‘true fans’. If that’s your metric for success, you should do the opposite of whatever I’ve done my whole life.
What I know is the algorithm ain't your friend. The platforms don’t care. And luck, that asshole, usually leaves the party before you’ve arrived. You can game the system or network your way up, but you’ll have to ask smarter people about that.
What happened here was someone—a saint, an Isabelle F.—got in front of a bunch of other someones and made them listen to my song. Four hundred years later, one someone out of all those someones remembered the song and decided it could work well for something. Outside of making said song, I didn’t actually do shit. I mean, I complained a lot. If it weren’t for saints in my corner, nothing would have happened.
People make things happen. People who have incredible memory. Who selflessly go out of their way for others. Who simply open an email even though it’s probably annoying. So you should get yourself an Isabelle. That’s my how-to for this one small achievement.
Thanks to Feel For Music, Square Enix, & Deck Nine.
An Update
Progress on the ‘album’ has regressed. Surely there’s a better way of saying ‘progress has regressed’. Anyway, it’s a combination of 0 deadlines and ∞ ideas. + laziness. - coffee. The list of things I want to change keeps growing because why not? It’s all arbitrary.
One out of ten songs ‘finished’ enough for mixing.
Meanwhile: upon self-reflection, I’ve hardly evolved in the last however many years. Really, the only thing I’ve actively, consciously changed about my behavior is that I use one space instead of two after a period. Took a week to become habit. You know, I learned on a fuckin’ typewriter, that’s what you were supposed to do, two spaces after a sentence. Also when you’re writing an essay for school, every trick is necessary to fill up the pages. But that’s not evolution. That’s not growth. I need to grow. Get out of my hermit shell. Be a quokka, live my life, eat cutely.
You can find my music everywhere, like Bandcamp and Spotify.
I wish. When I was a young I took lessons and the teacher always got so frustrated with me she’d end up fixing/finishing all my sketches. Mom thought I was a genius! I wasn’t!