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Posted by Troisnyx - August 8th, 2020


It has recently occurred to me that my next audio submission on Newgrounds will be my personal number 200.


I don't know what it is — and I keep wondering what it might be. To those of you anticipating it, I share your anticipation, and when that track is out, I shall be writing about it in great detail in a newspost, most likely.


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Posted by Troisnyx - July 13th, 2020


So, a few of you will have noticed that a certain piece called Libera Me ~ version définitive was posted by me and a few other users, whom I shall not name because it appears that some awkwardness has ensued. In fact, it had been posted twice, and I've taken the liberty to unpublish it both times.


I think I want to clear the air on what it was meant to be, and what happened.




In early-ish 2013, on the Bandcamp page that I currently do not use -- and have not used for years on end -- I released a single called Terre des Hommes Libres, featuring three songs. They were


  1. Terre des Hommes Libres,
  2. Asperges Me, and
  3. a track never released on Newgrounds, called Libera Me.


When circumstances dictated that I could only do stuff nonprofit, I switched my entire Bandcamp discography to downloadable only for free. Prior to that, I received a small token of support for the single in question from a longtime fan of mine on NG. Back when I released it, I was a student, broke and in need of a replacement computer -- any kind would do -- and I was desperate. Notwithstanding that throughout my university years, I had immense fears for my life and traumatic episodes about the place where I grew up and I didn't know what to even do about it all -- no work was being posted that I could sign up for, places I applied to wouldn't take me, and the only option I saw was to try and fund-raise with my own music, however badly produced it was. This led to me releasing these three tracks onto Bandcamp. Of course, fundraising has been a moot point for the last six and a half years.


Which leads me to Libera Me, or rather, my own setting of the words of Libera Me.


Wikipedia puts it straight to the point: Libera Me is a Roman Catholic responsory sung as a prayer for the dead, during a few different services.


The track that I released on Bandcamp was meant to be my own setting of the prayer, the music of which had come to me very strongly in 2013. 


Fast-forward a few years later and I had learnt that my production skills were wanting, to say the least. It was my hope to do a "definitive" version of sorts, gathering together the users whom I knew could sing this together with me, and who could feel they would be able to pull this off at some point, in good conscience. Not all of them had been confirmed, but I'd managed to get together four friends — let’s call them A, B, C, and D. B was not credited as they don't have a Newgrounds account, but they often sang together with A, who was one of the already credited friends on NG. Of course, for me to consider this a "definitive version," I would have to remake the whole file from scratch, with my current orchestration and production skills. I wanted to do it once I knew how to mix. Of course, my mixing skills only finally got decent mid-last year, and I simply wasn't able to pull it off in the preceding years.


But before I could sit down and do this, the unexpected happened.




Roughly a week and a half ago, one of the contributors I had named in the making of this new version of Libera Me, C, went and published a track that had little, if at all, to do with my setting of the prayer, which was what this track was intended to be all along. It was instead a sort of mashup of vocals and guitar with a song about the Easter Rising in Ireland called The Blood Stained Bandage, which I myself wouldn't do.


All of the other friends who had confirmed their participation in the reworking of my own setting of Libera Me were credited on the left sidebar, myself included. Even though we hadn't contributed anything to this piece that suddenly popped up. It was just this one contributor, as far as I'm aware.


I don't know if it was out of misunderstanding or what -- I feel I can only give the benefit of the doubt -- and I found out several hours after it was published, since for me, it was published in the small hours of the morning, when I was fast asleep. I also discovered that a post tagging me regarding this piece appeared on my personal Facebook page. The kicker was when I found out that the post had for its text, "We did it."


...We, meaning the rest of us, didn't do anything!


I knew for a fact that A, B, and D had all signed up to sing this prayer for the dead with me. They certainly did not sign up for this, and would be furious if they found themselves part of something they hadn’t signed up for!


I also want to briefly talk about the sentiments I have behind The Blood Stained Bandage.


Now I am engaged to Seán (@IrishChieftain), who in addition to being a British citizen, is also Irish both by descent and citizenship. As far as his views on Ireland go, he is a Republican — and very much on the side of peace. Rebel songs are known well to him, and I occasionally hear them being played — particularly those of the Wolfe Tones. Seán is not very distant from what goes on in Ireland; in fact, he keeps abreast of Irish news, among other things.


My beloved knows that while I have borrowed and understood a lot of Celtic culture, I struggle to find belonging in this world, and this applies to wherever I find myself. With my ongoing situation weighing me down, if I sing about anything overtly political, it’ll be about things that I can relate to the most: racism, xenophobia, pilgrimage, the crippling depression that we suffer as a result of how our world is being run... Once upon a time I was much more open to singing certain political songs within the context of national pride; I am now extremely sparing with the sort of songs evoking national pride that I lend my voice or my musical ability to.


C had told me that this Republican sentiment is very dear to him; fair enough. Libera Me is meant to be a universal song that transcends boundaries, and not limited to one nation alone!


Bearing all this in mind, I took the executive decision and unpublished it with moderators' tools, since something like this ought to have involved the contribution of all users named in the project, which it didn't. Then, it got published once more, and then I took it down again in the same manner as before.


The friend in question and I had a good talk, we caught up after many years of not having spoken with each other. I told him what the project was intended to be, in case he didn't get the intention behind it beforehand. I don't know if he has understood it, and I don't know if he's heard my 2013 version of Libera Me.


Anyway -- it has not been published since, and the file that he had inserted into the project has been glitching since I unpublished it, making it completely invisible and inaudible to him and to myself (and likely to all involved). I couldn't remove the file either, as the project page was giving me the option to preview, but not to delete the file in question, and whenever I attempted to preview it, it remained perpetually in a loading state. So I deleted the project altogether.




I've not been in a good place mentally and I've not been well physically these last couple weeks, and that day when this happened, it really hurt me, as I had dreams for that piece -- but I need to make something clear:


*There was no hurt intended from this sequence of events.* I'm aware of this, and I cannot stress this enough.


As of a few hours ago, I am remaking it from scratch; it will take me quite a while and we may not see hide or hair of this until several months down the line perhaps, but I know I will nail this.


Whether I get others to sing this with me, I do not know. I hope to. Let's wait and see.


Attention @sleepfacingwest.


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Posted by Troisnyx - June 26th, 2020


To begin, I'm glad I persisted in being here. I'm also extremely grateful for the friends I made, many of whom are still with us but some of whom have left us. Many of these friends helped lift me up and give my skills the sharpening and recognition due to them, and I wouldn't be making the kind of music and art I now do if it weren't for them. And then there are also those friends whose companionship I enjoy.


You all know who you are. You are countless like the stars to me, and I'm so grateful for all of you.


This is going to be a fairly disjointed series of thoughts on how my nine years on NG have been. A lot of it is going to focus on the early days.


  • You see, nine years ago the internet was a very different place. I mentioned on a few NG-related Discord servers that the defining phrase of the audio forum nine years ago was there are no girls on the internet. Many people wanted an old boys' club, and anyone who didn't conform didn't fit — I remember being made to not fit, I remember not being made welcome because, in their words, I "pretended" or "claimed" to be a girl. The people who have made these remarks have long since moved on or have been banned — so much the better, because I feel a lot safer sharing my heart and soul with you all through my creations.
  • In those days I certainly couldn't have imagined hitting the 1K follower mark — I did, this year, on Easter Monday.
  • In the earliest days I made music on a demo version of FL, and because I wanted to retain Fruity Soundfont Player, I couldn't save any project files. Once I bounced something as an MP3, that was it. Permanent loss of the project — but the music would ever remain in my memory. I am eternally grateful to the friend who got me an FL Studio licence.
  • In the early days I had mixed feedback, I suppose. Many recognised the musicality shining through the lack of mixing. Some thought I had bitten more than I could chew with what I was trying to achieve. Now, however, I have flagship pieces like Mio/Homura EXTEND ver., STORMFALL/., child of the woods, hallowed silence and At the Ends of the Earth to my name. I refused to be underestimated in those earlier days, and I refused to be talked down to.
  • On the note of being underestimated: I started using a DAW at all at the age of 20. I never had the opportunity prior, having fled an abusive home and forbidding circumstances. Many take for granted that there are tutorials on YouTube detailing every littlest detail about production. This wasn't the case when I began. There was an incredible amount of circlejerking and flaming; I was pleasantly surprised and deeply appreciative of any and all help I could get, because it meant that others were really seeing something in me that many weren't at the time.
  • I was not a very good person in my earlier days on here. I was deeply intolerant of some people. It took a long road of soul-searching and education and walking a mile in others' shoes for me to finally see the Divine in others different from myself. As for now, I don't *think* I'm good, I can't think it. I can only hope that I'm somewhat better.

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Posted by Troisnyx - June 17th, 2020


These past few weeks have seen me regressing, with many traumatic memories of my childhood and adolescence rushing back to the surface -- I'd been in a dark place for a while, but now especially, I am not out of that dark place.


I'd announced, prior to the explosion of the world's events, that I was going to release dream ship as my next solo track. Technically it's not a solo track -- it's a collaboration, as I am working with a friend who is substituting all the instrumentation I have used in the production of said track for better instrumentation, but the composition and voices are my own. Quite frankly, everyone I know is in an abysmal mental place.


I've not said anything about the current events, feeling like very many of my friends -- feeling we need to give space to allow grieving voices to be heard loudest. And I think that should continue.


As my collaborating friend and I are still not in the headspace to finish up dream ship, I'll be posting other tracks in the meantime while we take the time we need to finish up that track.


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Posted by Troisnyx - May 16th, 2020


We live in such an interconnected world, that somewhere along the line, we're going to extend the hand of friendship and creative collaboration with some people... and months down the line, testimonies will emerge about these people doing horrible, reprehensible things.


And when — not if, when — that happens, hindsight is our only friend.


I've had several things happen to my friends and I this week, re: outing some pretty reprehensible actions. Most notably, you'll notice that three of my 2019 audio submissions have been unpublished. It has emerged from multiple sources that the person who sang on all three of those tracks allegedly manipulated and sexually groomed several, and at least one was known to be a minor. Said person also made repeated unwanted advances towards a couple of my close friends. (I have little, if any reason at all, to believe the allegations to be false.)


I have had overt sexual harassment happen to me in the audio forum, which was swiftly dealt with.


Boy, this week we seem to be quite prolific in uncovering snakes in the tall grass, don't we? Those of you who have been interacting with me of late know that I have a fair bit of post-traumatic depression to navigate; everything I have described above is just making it worse.


Sincerely, what do we do in cases like these? I struggle to bear the thought that people can be this horrible — even if it's a sad fact of life. And then there's the question of the art on NG. I would be hard-pressed to remove something tainted by someone whose actions are found out later, if there are multiple NG contributors. On NG there is a culture of "appreciate the art if you can't appreciate the artist," something many of us have had to grapple with when hearing about greats from the distant past and what they did, for example. But I find that action the realistic thing to do: talk about the art as well as the events that have transpired. There is one piece that still has the offender's voice, for example: it's still up, and here I am talking about it and recent events at length. A lot of this stuff was allegedly coming to a head without my knowledge back when I was composing the piece that had the offender's voice. The offender in question isn't mentioned by name, mind you, but here we are.


Now, if I were the only NG contributor — as was the case with those three removed tracks — then the course of action is simple.


At some point some of us have to come face-to-face with demons, whether they be our own or others'. For the few of us who have been through things like what I described above, it's been an incredibly taxing week.


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Posted by Troisnyx - April 14th, 2020


In the small hours of Easter Monday -- incidentally the day after my birthday (thanks for all the birthday wishes, by the way; there have been plenty and you have all been so kind asfefadawesaf) -- I hit 1,000+ followers, with the 1,000th being @Mackievellian. I...


I want to write many, many messages of hearty thanks to all of you for sticking around. There certainly will be more music and drawings coming from me in the future, music in particular.


In the days that I began putting music up on Newgrounds I didn't imagine that I'd get a following like this. I want to thank @sorohanro in particular for bringing me to this site, thus beginning quite the musical journey for me.


I've gathered many friends, some still around, some sadly gone. I'm grateful for every bit of help and support you have given me. Thank you all so much. Seriously you all number in the hundreds how do I begin mentioning every single last one asdfsdfaewafds


To all my friends and followers, new and old... I would be honoured to take you with me on the musical journey I call my own.


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Posted by Troisnyx - April 8th, 2020


Hey everyone, Troisnyx here, back with a new track, hallowed silence!


I'd like to talk a fair bit about this thing, what led it to be written, and how it is close to my heart. This gets into some very weighty stuff. Please bear with me.




We've all joked about COVID-19, we've all made light of it in the face of pretty terrifying circumstances -- but we can't deny that because we know plenty of friends now thanks to the internet, we're going to know people who have been infected. We may even know people who might succumb to the illness and something like this doesn't bear thinking about. It's horrible.


We can't say anything apart from, "These are strange times." Although I hear ripplings of another phrase, "I hope this time brings about much-needed change. For the better."


And these words weigh on us heavily. We know that when we emerge from this situation -- whenever that may be -- things are not going to be the same ever again. Many of us will be left traumatised by what we'll have witnessed or heard. All the time spent cooped up is going to weigh heavily on us already. We're opening our eyes to the things that for years have been deemed impossible, but have been done at the drop of a hat due to the global pandemic: in the UK, the writing off of the debt of the NHS, and the rehousing of the homeless overnight, are two such examples.


These are sobering times. They are making us reflect, retreat, contemplate what sort of renewal we desperately need, as individuals and as a people.




This is Holy Week. Soon it'll be Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, Holy Saturday, Easter Sunday... and these are the first sacred days that I, as a Christian -- as a Catholic -- will need to spend indoors, rather than in the church grounds soaking in the beauty of these days and celebrating with my friends. And there's the obvious reason of not wanting to infect people. That reason weighs heavily on me, as my beloved Seán is doubly immunocompromised due to his conditions. I need to protect him come what may, especially during these times.


I ask this now, in the face of a global pandemic -- but I'm sure this question has been asked by many a person in their bleakest situations: in the face of all this suffering, how do we hope? How do we make alleluias ring?


In doing this song, I feel I've discovered the answer: we don't. It is drawn from our lips like a beautiful sound made on the instrument closest to our hearts. This is especially the case when we ourselves don't have the strength to cough out the first couple syllables of an alleluia. This was what happened to me when this song was produced.


Not too long from the start of the lockdown, there was an Urbi et orbi message from Pope Francis. You've all seen the pictures: the old man in white, alone, in the rain, delivering this message as it is broadcast around the world, while around him, it is empty. Urbi et orbi means "to the city and to the world," and a message like this is normally reserved for the major feast days: Easter and Christmas. I watched the message with my Seán, and after the Pope delivered his message, there was a period of silent adoration. It was in this silence, that the words of the choruses came to me, stayed in my head, and would not depart from me.


O hallowed silence the world over!

No song of mine can ever add to your beauty,

O hallowed silence on the altar!

You are fitting melody,

you are fitting melody---


I have been going through a period of uncertainty and despair, two things very easily felt when made to be imprisoned all alone. (I'm not alone, I'm with my Seán, but being at home constantly instead of going out doing routine things gives more time for my emotions to stew, makes me more prone to ruminating.) In this despair, these words were drawn out of me. Then, as if drawn from my lips the way a rousing beat is drawn from a drummer's hands, the other lyrics and their respective melodies immediately followed suit.


I wrote the lyrics expressing my feelings, but also the feelings of people around me who are impacted in various ways by the pandemic. There are subtle references to the lockdowns (cf. cast aside in silent prisons of our own), and more blatant references to the sickness, death and decay all around us. There is a silence hovering over the land as a direct consequence of many of us not being able to go out except in limited circumstances. To me, that silence is sobering, painful, but not deafening. It is holy; it scours away at my own heart like fire burning away certain stains, or a strong abrasive.


The lyrics that were drawn from my lips ended in hope. They refused to end in despair.




What will my own life, and the lives of my loved ones, be like when we see the end of this pandemic?


For me, this song is a prayer, and I've heard many people dismiss prayers as mere nothings. Understandably, since the amount of people who have offered empty "thoughts and prayers" instead of being roused to action, whether on their own strength or by these same thoughts and prayers, is blindingly huge, over issues that should have been resolved ages ago.


When my time on this earth is over, I want to die knowing I did God's will on earth -- knowing that I did my damnedest to help those in need. It's hard, but I would much rather that than a half-arsed effort. This silence is making me think what I can do, at any given point in time. The world around me is not going to be the same ever again, but how? These words were a song, and I sang like I meant that song with every fibre of my being. It is calling me to live in that way, too, and to not give in to despair. It is screaming with all the emotion that would otherwise stop me from singing.


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Posted by Troisnyx - March 16th, 2020


It's been a long while since we've seen birthday threads on the audio forum. I figured it'd be nice to bring them back, that we can bring special attention to our friends who are born on a particular date, when that date rolls round, and just show our appreciation for them.


Starting with @LucidShadowDreamer, since I know when his birthday falls: it's today!


If you're a musician on NG and like the idea,


  1. Drop a comment below about when your birthday is!
  2. When someone's birthday rolls round, let's show them love on the thread for them on the AP, and make sure to listen to and review their work — for those of us who can go the extra mile to promote or link them up with people, let's do that!
  3. Let's keep this going for as many people as we can!


There we go. I hope to hear from as many of you as possible! I might even update this to form an AP birthday calendar of sorts.


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Posted by Troisnyx - March 11th, 2020


Hey everyone, Troisnyx here. I'd like to begin by talking about my newest audio track, child of the woods.



It's a long, harrowing song with a long, harrowing history behind it. To you who would listen, sit by, while I tell you all the tale.




In my teens the plight of certain indigenous peoples where I grew up (the Orang Asli) came to my attention for the first time, through articles recounting the exploits of human rights commissioners, social workers from the Church and from other cross-sections of society, and elsewhere. Prior to that I hardly knew anything about them. I only knew of them from one, non-compulsory revision book for Year 9 history that I got from a major bookstore. And if such revision books were beyond my means, I likely would not have known anything about them.


You see, unless things have changed in the last ten years, the Orang Asli aren't even considered indigenous people, despite them having been there for far longer than anyone else has. They live in the forests, but the forests are being rapidly cut down for palm oil and wood, and these people's way of life is destroyed.


Sound familiar? That's because it's still happening, not just to the Orang Asli, but to the Amazonians, and to many other indigenous groups -- it likely will have happened to the Aborigines in Australia, and many Native Americans can recount to us the amount of ancestral land and tribes eradicated in similar, callous manners by greedy people. I only have secondhand knowledge of this matter from being exposed to the truth by people who worked with the Orang Asli, and I wanted to write about this matter in my teens, but no words could ever come to me. Those of you who have been following me for long enough know that I wrote about plenty of things in my teenage years that qualified me as being a dissident; I desperately wanted to write about the Orang Asli, but I felt I lacked the firsthand witness from the people who suffered, and are likely still suffering.


Ten years on, that subject matter still breaks my heart, no less because I see the same thing happening with indigenous peoples whose forests are set ablaze by wicked people. In October of last year, I was certain that the time had come for me to finally write about that subject matter, so I teased it in my Discord server and elsewhere. I made two livestream videos about me composing the instrumental to what would become child of the woods.


It wouldn't be my run-of-the-mill protest song: I would give it the garb of fantasy and tabletop RPGs, specifically Dungeons & Dragons. That was also something I held pretty close to my heart, as I love RPGs and fantasy, and my Seán and I were both in a local Dungeons & Dragons guild at the time. Many of us relate to the fantasy and RPG aesthetic, I figured, so I could weave a fantasy tale about a dying race of druids.


When the new year 2020 rolled round, I was working on Astgaban -- which I will be speaking of below -- and I also decided that child of the woods would be my first solo release of the year. To that end, I began drawing:


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These were the lines and shading (all done on MS PowerPoint) to what would become the sleeve cover for child of the woods.



I felt my drawing quality was inconsistent -- there were times I felt that I could churn out decent artwork, and times where it wasn't that decent -- but what mattered more to me were the song and its message. Fun fact: I based the druids' costumes on some Orang Asli clothes.


The lyrics took me forever and a day to write; I was often at a loss for words. I kept wanting to convey this message, I kept wanting to keep to my usual poetic lyrical style. Even now I don't know if I've done alright on those.


The music for child of the woods didn't take me long to produce, but the recordings took me a long time to get done, owing to the fact that by the time I needed to make a start on those, it was storm season; we had four storms batter us over a six-week period. The wind howling outside the window, and other things battering the window (including hail) made it impossible for me to sit down and record things.


Then finally, Sunday 8 March 2020 came along; it would be the day I began mixing this. I finished mixing and mastering it the day after.


As I mentioned in the description of that piece, I choked up, especially towards the end when I threw in the sound effects of wood burning. This piece has been quite the emotional weight; I'm glad to have seen it through to the end.




For those of you who have missed my previous post, my doujin circle, Aetherhythm (formerly A Reyvateil's Melody) have released a new EP, called Astgaban. As of Friday 6 March 2020, the EP is now up on Bandcamp!


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For context, this EP has four tracks; @JessieYun wrote Track 2 (Twilight), while I wrote Tracks 3 (Dusk) and 4 (AST-GA-BAN). What context I can give in this post are related to Dusk and AST-GA-BAN.


This EP also has quite the harrowing tale behind it; those of you who are following me on Twitter might have seen my longish thread about the feelings behind Dusk and AST-GA-BAN. This post is meant to be the long form of that thread.


The EP, Astgaban, was Aetherhythm's first foray into original stories, lore and songs not tied to the fandom of any video game, particularly the Ar tonelico series. There are many tales to be told that I don't think I have the head to get into right now. Aetherhythm's website for Astgaban has all the stories and artwork associated with the project thus far, you can have some good reads here.


Those of us who were composing on the tracks -- Lystrialle, Jessie and myself -- were given rough prompts of what these songs would be. The first track would be a song of praise and joy; the second track would be a song of harsh history and war; the third track would be a song of expectant hope after war; and the final track would be a song where the deities of our lore, the Starchildren (the Astgaban of the title), sing in reply to the three previous songs of prayer, praise, supplication and hope.




The prompt for Track 3 -- I don't remember the exact words but it went something along the lines of "a soft piano lullaby, building up into a warm swelling feeling of joy as the track progresses later on." I had experience with this, having done a cover of @Phyrnna's Sleep Wrapped in Love all the way back in 2013 with poor mixing skills. The style I used in Dusk, and my cover of Sleep Wrapped in Love, are almost identical -- except that with Dusk, I wrote four-part male harmony for this piece, Geiky wrote lyrics for this piece, and it was beautifully brought forth by Nate.


The music for Dusk was initially written as a long-distance love song for someone back in 2012, with whom I now have irreconcilable differences. In fact, it is also the context behind my AIM 2019 track distance, as these cracks in our friendship began to form a fair few years before I wrote either of the two songs. I despaired that I would never be able to bring the original song to life. It was a beautiful tune.


But seeing the prompt for what would become Dusk gave me a chance to give that old tune a new lease of life.


Dusk was the second of the tunes to start production, and the first to be finished (right up to the mix and master; the mastering for all the tracks was done by @clea). I was just grateful to have put that tune to rest at last.




And finally, track 4 of the EP, AST-GA-BAN, which still fills me with grief that comes in waves.


I should not have written this track.


In mid-December of 2018(?) we had a new member join us, who went by the name AvaliaKasa.


AvaliaKasa was especially known in the Vocaloid community, both for her songs and for her kindness. She was also an old friend of a fair few members of my doujin circle; I knew of friends who'd known her for six years by that point. When she joined us, she was intended to write the final track of the EP, and master the whole thing.


She could not. Just two days shy of the new year 2019, she died in a car crash.


I'd only known her for a few days, and her kindness and laughter touched me. I was excited to have met a new friend; I lost her almost as soon as I'd met her. Others who had known her for far longer than I were beside themselves with grief. For my part, I'd been taking her death pretty badly, weeping and grieving her a lot. And till this day my grief over her death still hits me. I don't know why this is -- nor am I in the position to surmise why.


After some months had passed, I was assigned to write this track in her stead. That track, and the whole EP by extension, would be dedicated to her memory.


I poured all the feelings of grief that I felt -- grief thinking about my friends' grief, and my own grief over having lost this new friend so soon. I didn't know Avalia's style all too well; I simply went with what I knew: quasi-liturgical music, organs, SATB choir, a repeating canon. That would be my outpouring of grief.


Geiky wrote the lyrics, and six of us sang on this: Alroetsue, Lili, Desol_Nonary, Rage, Kenta and myself. The words were of hope and response to prayers, and for my part, I felt them with every fibre of my being. The six of us who sang on the track put out a total of 50 voice tracks to be processed -- a huge number to process for me; I'd never mixed anything that voluminous before. I could hear the emotion in every track. Throughout the time that I was working on the production of this track, I felt that I could not grieve.


Then finally the time came for Clea to give me the master they did on the track. When I listened to it, the last few bars made me weep. I thought to myself then, it's over.


Astgaban was first tabled at the spring M3 convention in Tokyo on 1 March 2020 -- but the coronavirus scare scuppered all hopes of everyone tabling at M3 this time, as the turnout was less than a third of what it would normally be (the venue would normally be heaving with people). The Bandcamp release, which would normally be months down the line after an album or EP is first tabled, happened only five days later. When Alroetsue announced that the EP was finally up on Bandcamp, I wept.


I wept for I don't know how long. I couldn't hold back the tears. I was weeping for Avalia.


I don't know if I'll have made her proud with this track. I cannot presume that I have. If anything, I think that this track can never hold a candle to her legacy. But I hope she is at least at peace.


I think about her, the life she could have had -- and the future we will share.


Because I think about my own mortality a lot, and I know that none of us can ever escape it. Death comes to us all; one day, I will die just like those before me. I only pray that when that day comes, I may be found worthy of the life, light and peace my friends and I wish upon the good people, and the poor, and the sufferers.




Outside of my tendency to write sad songs these days, it has been six months to the date since I started taking drums up formally. I hope I am doing well on that front. My band -- The Just Numbers -- is playing in the centre of Preston on Sunday.


I'm still writing songs. Hopefully I'll have another new one to share with you all in the next couple weeks.


Long post is long, but I had a lot that needed writing down. How have you all been?


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Posted by Troisnyx - February 25th, 2020


Hey everyone. I have a huge announcement to make.

My doujin circle -- Aetherhythm (formerly A Reyvateil's Melody) are back with a new EP, Astgaban, out 1 March 2020!



The Astgaban crossfade is also available on YouTube:



You can see me unboxing this below. I hope you're excited for it as I am, and as I have been in the unboxing video. ^_^



This EP features contributions by @clea and @JessieYun and several other friends. For my part, I composed the last couple tracks, and I'm one of six vocalists on the last track. My contributions have been nonprofit as usual. The entire thing has been emotional to many of us, as it's been a tribute to a friend of ours, AvaliaKasa, who joined us for this album in late 2018 but died just two days before the start of the year 2019. I hope that you all would be glad to let us share these feelings with you in song.




"So where have you been, Trois?"


I've felt myself pulled in a gazillion different directions. I have my solo work, Soundskills, the band (The Just Numbers), the choir, ARM, and another music group, to say nothing about people who are desperate to collaborate.


I've been feeling incredibly low and I'm doing small things to break the proverbial brick wall. Some of you who have been on the Newgrounds Podcast server, and on my own Discord server and other places, will have seen a short audio fragment from me last night, for example.


However -- today is Shrove Tuesday, which means tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, the start of Lent. Things will change in these 46-or-so days leading up to m̵y̵ ̵b̵i̵r̵t̵h̵d̵a̵y̵ Easter Sunday:


  1. child of the woods is still in production, but it will be the only song of mine in production during Lent. I am otherwise taking a break from audio production in Lent.
  2. I am not taking a break from NG. You all can still contact me via Newgrounds PM or by Discord. Or Twitter, if you folks are on there. ^_^
  3. With my birthday actually falling on Easter Sunday this year, I'll see if I can't whip up anything special, even if it's small.


....I think that's about all I can think of. How are you all doing?


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