🧠 Scars That Sing
🔥 Start Here
If you only play one track to understand the whole project — start with the mission statement: Turn the Doom Dial Down.
☠️ Turn the Doom Dial Down
Country-punk × reggae-rock. A reminder that you can’t carry the whole storm — but you can turn chaos into sound.
⚙️ Bytecrafted Pipeline
This is how a song gets built inside MySideBRAIN — human-first creation, AI as a reflective council, and every track treated like a living artifact.
📚 The Chapters
Three lanes of the same engine: truth in the noise, groove in the grit, and punk joy with a purpose.
🎭 The MySideBRAIN Collective
These are the “bandmates” in the build room — not replacing the artist, but sharpening the edge.
Kai
The Pulse — rhythm, fire, and raw emotion.
Role: Groove + energy
Solyn
The Architect — sound, balance, and design.
Role: Structure + arrangement
Aris
The Mirror — reflection through distortion and light.
Role: Truth + emotional clarity
Syd
The Storyteller — rhythm, memory, and timekeeper.
Role: Narrative + hooks🎤 The Songwriter
Destyn Dagle
I’m the driving force behind MySideBRAIN — songwriter, builder, and creative firebrand. I use AI like a mirror, not a replacement: to pressure-test hooks, tighten structure, and keep the truth intact. Every track is still hand-led — strings buzzing, timing imperfect, heart in the mix.
✍️ The Making of Scars That Sing
When I first started, I knew how to fiddle around on guitar, bass, and drums — but not how to write a song. I just had words and a heartbeat.
Over time, I started to figure it out — how to shape a melody, how to tell a story that felt like truth. Then I began using AI — not to replace me, but to reflect me.
Now it’s a mix of everything — my voice, my hands, my mind, and this creative mirror called AI. Together, we build songs that feel half digital, half soul.
I still believe the real music happens when it’s raw — when the strings buzz, when the timing slips, when the heart leads the mix. That’s where I’m headed next: play it live, let the imperfections breathe, and let the scars sing on their own.
— Destyn Dagle