the bubblebrook inn

It's another busy night at the Bubblebrook. Regulars crowd the bar, peppering the strong-but-silent barkeep with orders, as newcomers search pointlessly for a menu. Blazing torches mounted on the walls illuminate a group of gamblers in the corner, multiple rounds of cards (and drinks) in and grumbling at each other around a circular table. On stage, the Cantering Cantabiles perform from a thick book titled "Ye Olde Bard Classics." Olga, the half-orc innkeeper with a maze of scars across their body, flashes a wide grin at a pair of traveling diplomats, secretly bumping up the price for a room. Though it may not look it, the Bubblebrook is a well-oiled machine... that is, until a tavern brawl breaks out.

the court of conspiracies

You've made it far in this accursed tower. Each floor has muddied your senses, filling your head with phantom senses and false truths. Spiral staircases lead to labyrinths of heavy oak bookshelves lined with gilded tomes, ghostly chandeliers viciously mocking your every detail, clouds of dissonant whispers gathering around every corner only to disappear when you finally gather the courage to confront them. Finally, you've made it the top; in front of you stands a demure man in ornate frilled dress and Victorian makeup, twirling his manicured mustache. He cocks his head at your arrival, and bloodlust gleams behind his eyes. "Ah, I see you have at long last arrived. I saved the best secret for you..." It's final boss time.

altar to annul

The city celebrates the advent of the summer solstice with a flamboyant festival, complete with spicy foods, twinkling sparklers, and a relay race through the city. Meanwhile, in a part of the woods perpetually cloaked in darkness, hooded figures gather in a circle at the foot of an ancient ruin. They worship a god long forgotten by the modern age, the deity who created the very summer these pitiful urbanites take for granted. With a low hum, the figures sway and sing; they sing of mourning, of neglect, of rage, rage that crescendoes from a flickering flame to a ball of undeniable, fiery judgment. They chant His name, calling Him forth to scorch those who shut their eyes, to wrap them in light they cannot wring out...

yearning

Against all odds, you have done it. You have overcome insurmountable obstacles, uncovered treasured secrets, saved the world, and made lifelong friends. The steps you took to get here will be studied for years to come by many who aim to be like you, and by many more who aim to take you down. Regardless, everyone now knows your name. Darkness still lurks around every corner, and all eyes rest on you.Will you continue to take the call?

"i'm not drunk"

A brawny warrior dances in a tavern, shouting against all claims of inebriation. Laughing and swinging around, the warrior pauses for a moment as the world around them slows; they think they're going to be sick, but register it as a false alarm and quickly resume their boisterousness. The scene feels off-kilter, but much pleasure is to be found too in drunken unaffected moments of joy, at least in the short term... be ready for a rough morning after.
 

domain expansion: what the frick

The room begins to sweat. The walls sag and soften, the ceiling drips down in heavy globules, the chairs and tables turn to goo and melt into the floor, and everything takes on a dark oily sheen. From the now liquid-like space, abominations of genetics emerge. Each has a unique amalgamation of limbs and exposed organs, but all share the same bulging eyes and a gaping mouth overflowing with black sludge. Though the situation is strange and new, you feel a strange sense of calm envelop you. You've been through so much, and this is not the end of your journey. Reaching to your side, you clutch the handle of your trusty blade and glance at your friends; you share a look, and dash into battle.
 

beached whale

Stranded on the shoreline, drawing labored breaths, a whale watches the sunrise in its final moments. The waves lap against its body, teasing a return to the sea, but the whale has long given up on such a possibility. Its thick blubber exerts a crushing weight on its organs, and it fights for each inhale. From a distance, its brethren call out for help, but they also know it is too late. The sun is coming out, and even as it evaporates the last droplets of protective moisture on the whale's skin, the whale cannot help but admire the beauty in the sky’s orange glow. As the sun climbs into the sky, it carries the great creature with it; above the shore, above the ocean, the haunting call of its family welcoming it home.

mossy gears

This piece was written for a 2D platformer game, designed to be looped as the player explores the level. Each sound element interweaves, whirring and clicking as the bass and kick propel the rhythmic machinery forward. The piano and pads float above, balancing the frenetics with a sense of lightness and tranquility. The music evokes curiosity rather than frustration in the player, encouraging them to poke around and be precise with their actions.
 

neon city slick

You enter a dark and lurking metropolis. A perpetual drizzle creates iridescent rings on the oil-slicked ground, seeping into narrow alleyways that you can't quite see into. People trudge past you, shoulders hunched, heads low, and eyes fixed on an abstract point in the distance, haunted by their pasts. As you head deeper into the corroded heart of the city, and the rain sinks into your clothes, you feel yourself adopt their posture, their gaze, their weight. You join them, just another shadow in the endless night.
 

horizons

Designed for a short film montage, this piece captures the beauty of various places the main character travels through and documents on their camera. The beginning shows urban settings: families playing in a park, two friends sharing food on the steps of a house, a group of elderly people going for a meditative walk. The narrative shifts as the character takes their first steps into the wilderness, unveiling lush valleys filled with long grass, fields teeming with wildflowers, and bubbling brooks. The bridge showcases nocturnal scenes, including fireflies in a forest, dripping caves, and the stars. Returning to the main motif, the character slowly puts down their camera, learning to enjoy the world around them with unfiltered eyes, savoring each inhale along the way.

THIRD COURSE

tiktok madness

13,000 followers, 570,000 likes, 1.5 million views and counting!

FOURTH COURSE

aeston: the game

An interactive short-story experience designed, written, and coded by yours truly, complete with their original music. simply download, unzip, and play! listen to the music found in the game below:

ribbon for humanity: "we are all one"

Ribbon For Humanity is a CA PBC dedicated to providing humanitarian relief, especially during times of natural disasters and other emergencies. I composed an original soundtrack and complementary sound design for their debut feature documentary, which focuses on their Buddhist roots, organizational origins, and recent efforts. I also did some voiceover work ;)The documentary has been submitted to multiple film festivals this season, and has already won the 2024 TAG International Microfilm Contest Judge Recommendation Award! I feel honored to have been able to share the mission of this wonderful organization through my work <3

the after school specials:
everybody wants you

Currently sitting at 3,000 views, this is a cover of the hit song "Everybody Wants You" by Red Hearse, performed by the After School Specials, 2024 ICCA semifinalists and guests on season 16 of America's Got Talent! Arranged, directed, and produced by me :)This song is part of a seven-song a cappella album to be released soon...

cat survivors

I was the winner of the very first Indie Game Music Contest under the Young category, composing a sample soundtrack for this "Vampire Survivors"-adjacent game! Feel free to check out a sample of the gameplay and soundtrack above :)

the delivery

A film featuring my original score! from the director:
"The film follows the main character Boone on the day of his mother’s funeral, and explores his grappling with the pressures of capitalism. Boone becomes very impoverished and needs to find his footing back financially. Out of nowhere, one of his good friends Casper offers him an opportunity to deliver a package and make a large sum of money; he accepts the deal and temporarily represses his desires to mourn his mother's passing. As Boone delivers the package, he discovers the recipient, Hugo, is the one who murdered his mother, and kills him in a moment of overwhelming emotion. While Boone dreads the guilt of his crime, it is revealed that Casper framed Hugo, receiving a promotion for his elimination."