got two minutes? climb the spout.
pull up a chair. this one's already running — you don't have to sign anything to play.
i make little games and i leave them out where you can reach them.
no download, no account, no "wishlist now." you tap, you climb, you're in. that's the whole deal.
here's the part i'm actually proud of: the song grows while you climb. you start out and it's just a quiet little bed humming under you, and the higher you get the more it stacks — drums come in, the thing fills out, it's building right along with you. that's the whole idea of this place made into something you can feel with your thumbs. brick by brick, but you're playing it.
itsy bitsy was the first. four are up and playable right now, and the whole record — seventeen songs, seventeen little games — is coming to this shelf one pressing at a time. same rule every time: it's a gift handed across the table, not a thing i'm selling you.
seventeen songs on the album, seventeen games on the shelf, in album order. four are live right now — tap any lit one and climb. the rest are coming, one at a time.
Do Your Ears Hang Low
Two ears swinging to and fro over mosh-pit lime. The garage-thrash opener — coming to the shelf.
Ring Around the Rosie
Orbit the ring, tap to reverse, thread the gaps. Miss one and… ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
▶ Play nowThree Blind Mice
Cold, fast, knife-lit — three streaks running from one red blade. Speed-thrash, on its way.
Old MacDonald
E-I-E-I-O as a bouncing marquee. The joke track that still riffs. Coming soon.
London Bridge
Stack it brick by brick before it falls. Time each drop — the riff surges as the bridge weakens.
▶ Play nowRock-a-bye Baby
A lullaby scored for an orchestra of northern lights. When the bough breaks… coming soon.
Mary Had a Little Lamb
A wireframe lamb dissected under UV — clinical, precise, a little wrong. Tech-death, coming.
Twinkle Twinkle
A seven-pointed star that draws itself in odd meter. The odd-time observatory — coming soon.
Itsy Bitsy
A synthwave spider-climber whose soundtrack builds as you climb. The higher you go, the fuller it gets.
▶ Play nowWheels on the Bus
Keep the bus rolling — tap and hold to hop the gaps. The faster you ride, the harder the song hits.
▶ Play nowHot Cross Buns
Strobe-precise machinery in the dark, quartered on the grid. Djent — coming to the shelf.
Humpty Dumpty
The broken thing made holy — gold seams growing back. Even what fell can be made whole. Coming.
Jack and Jill
A misregistered zine in cyan and magenta, tumbling down the hill. Coming soon.
The ABCs
Chalk on a dead channel — a blackboard that remembers. Alt-metal dusk, coming.
This Little Piggy
Widescreen market neon from a car window at night. Five stalls, one sweep. Coming soon.
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Sun-baked fuzz at last light — three bags full, all given away. Stoner-doom, coming.
Happy Birthday
Golden dawn, the whole cast on stage, seventeen candles lit. The finale — coming soon.
if you make it up the spout, come tell me how high you got — there's a wall in the club with everybody's name on it, and there's a spot with yours on it already. you just have to walk in and take it.
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