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Jam Mechanics

Jam Mechanics

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 Two bands who span the Atlantic, having a chat across the planet. Drafting jams from random challenges, fantastic banter while we're at it. So just relax and watch our antics; it's the pan-Atlantic Jam Mechanics Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt Johnston from The Narcissist Cookbook and Bug from Bug Hunter. Each week we'll take on songwriting challenges and present our finished "demo" after a few hour break.Jam Mechanics Music
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  • S4E7: Chat... I Got Him

    S4E7: Chat... I Got Him
    Jan 26 2026
    They Jam now? They Jam now! Listen to find out who gets got (Hint: It's not Jason). We talk Batman vs Darth Vader and confidently make up facts about robotsJam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like to download the demos we showed off, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us!Our Music:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, etc!Please rate / review and share the show (and our music) with friends!-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW ------Bug's Song-----Title: High NotePrompt Page: Anachronism -> Retcon -> Happy Days #Chuck Cunningham SyndromeLyrics:Going out on a high note, callin' it quitsdon't wait for the moment we wish that we didthey'll be sad that its over (but glad it exists)don't get caught hanging on when the alternative isSomeone come get your boy wayne gretzkyhis grasp on fractions is at best a bit sketchyyou miss 100% of the shots you don't take?Can I see your calculator, Wayne?if you don't shoot you can't miss, can't mess uplet them think you're the best of what you've donenot what you'll do when you've got nothing left to provejust quit while you're ahead[Chorus]Maybe we should've cut the mics at the first standing ovationshould've packed away our picnics before the end of the paradecuz when you watch it peter out and now the band has long since passedthe confetti on the ground begins to look a lot like trashif the magic's in the middle it means you went a bit too farlets go home at intermission, leave the people wanting moreBut will they notice you're missing? will they notice you're gonewill they send out a search party or convince themselves you're notwill they notice you're missing? will they notice you're gone?everyone reminisces whether you like it or notwhether you're ready or notGoing out on a high note, callin' it quitsdon't wait for the moment we wish that we didthey'll be sad that its over (but glad it exists)don't get caught hanging on when the alternative is---- Matt's Song -----Title: StonesPrompt Page: Immunotherapy -> Organ Transplantation -> Robotic SurgeryLyrics:heycan you hear meI've been waiting for your callthere is nothing on this rock and I am slowly breaking downI don't think youever taught mehow to fix these faulty thingsNow I am rustingI'm erodingI am code upon a screenSomewhere 40 million miles from hereThis planet, barren and lonelyThis body, weathered and dullThis mission barely makes sense to meGuess I'll just check the manualThese arms extending out forwardReaching for something unknownWaving up at a blue dot in the sky Hey guys am I ever coming home?heyis it okayif I miss you,I don't want you to feel like I'm a burdenwhen I call you just to talkI am pulling at my wirestrying to find what makes me tickfigure I might plug the right thing into the right place by mistakeAnd floating in the burnt red airSomewhere 40 million miles from hereThat planet, emerald and sapphireThis body, shiny and newThis mission finally over andI rest in the cold light of the moonThese tracks extending out backwardShow all the places I've goneBut each hill's the same as the last oneHey guys am I ever coming homeThis planet, barren and lonelyThis body, weathered and dullThis mission barely makes sense to meThere must be something I'm missingOne last unoverturned stoneHey guys am I ever coming home?
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    42 mins
  • S4E6: From The Makers of Blooj

    S4E6: From The Makers of Blooj
    Jan 12 2026
    The world will never be the same after this episode. We're here to talk shop and hawk sauce in the 6th episode of szn 4.Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like to download the demos we showed off, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, etc!-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW ------Bug's Song-----Title: Flattering!Prompt Page: Poison Ivy -> Allergy -> ImmunotherapyLyrics:I don't begrudge flat-earthers cuz I think that they're crazy or insane its justa pity for their party thats based purely on their lazinesscause there's mountains of evidence that help make it clearthat our planet's a shape and that shape is a sphereand I fear that insisting we've already wonwill prevent us from doing whats yet to be donecause I have a dream and I need you to get with itearth isn't flat and if you, too, are sick of itJoin Us, Help Us, make coins and coasters jealousThe earth isn't flat (yeah, you don't have to tell us)When there's no way, here's our will:we won't die on this hillWe're not Flat Earthers... we're earth-flattenerswe'll get much further than that tin foil hat of yoursWe work all day to achieve the great flatteninga pancake shape is a bit more... Flattering!There's no subscription fees, neither monthly nor annualjust one flat rate and we hand you the manualwe'll start with the mountains 'cause how could we notwhen the low-hanging fruit is the highest of rocksonce we're smooth as a cue ball we'll need to start kneedingthen plan the next steps at the quarterly meetingcause I have a dream and now you're in the thick of itthe earth isn't flat and we're all just plane sick of it[Chorus]We work all day to achieve the great flatteninga pancake shape is a bit more... Flattering!and faith can move mountains but damn, when I'm done with 'emmoles will look down on the ground that's become of themWhen you had a dream and no one understood itto get back at all who have told you you couldn'tJoin us, Help us, we employ the overzealousThe earth isn't flat yet, and damn does that compel ushead to china, grab your chisel and I will meet you in the middlewe're not flat-earthers, we're earth flatteners...I have a dream, but whether its happeningyou all believed, and damn is it... Flattering!---- Matt's Song -----Title: Someone's Gonna Change The WorldPrompt Page: War on Terror -> Misnomer -> AnachronismLyrics:open up the curtains let the darkness inthe emperor expired in his bedand now the power vacuum that was left by himand filling in the air above our headsGunships littering in the skyFuel cells glittering like diamondsAnd all us ordinary folkGathering belowOh oh ohAnd we've got fire in our eyesUp there someone's gonna change the worldBut the world down here's in short supplyWho do you expect us to rise up against?The armies or the admirals or the gods?Might as well suggest we turn the river running through the town back on itselfand flood the mountain topsMainsails blocking out the moonSpent shells falling like a heavy rainAnd all us ordinary folkGathering belowOh oh ohAnd we've got fire in our eyesUp there someone's gonna change the worldBut the world down here's in short supplyAt night I dream like everybody dreamsI wake up I've forgotten what I've seenNo matter who prevails up there aboveThe meat down here still rots, and the air still tastes the sameTomorrow there'll be champagne for the richBut the only thing that trickles down is pissYou could cut the head off every kingThe meat down here still rots, and the air still tastes the same[Chorus]
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    38 mins
  • S4E5: It's Me, Diapers!

    S4E5: It's Me, Diapers!
    Dec 29 2025
    This is our most unhinged ep 5 yet. We talk superpowers, dark web librarians, and how to recognize when your favorite podcast is incapable of putting out a bad episode.Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like to download the demos: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Our Music:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Our Discord-- SPOILERS BELOW ----Bug's Song--Title: Richard NoirPrompt: Structural Integrity and Failure -> 9/11 -> The War on TerrorLyrics:The names ichard, like Richard with No RI was 2 minutes from flying the coop whensome little bird wanders in out the rainlooking for helpShe goes on and on about a strange manthat's popped up in her families neighborhoodshe's clearly traveled a long ways for my helpI can tell from her plumage she ain't from 'round hereWhats a rural bird doing so far from homeI ain't got time for bird-house callsI've never been an early bird but even I know that no goodever comes from staying out this lateBut then she drops the crucial detail that stops me in my tracks"he ain't moved in a week"hmm, that is interesting. Anyone who knows anything about manknows that they are fidgety and quick -- always on the moveMaybe its time to see what happens when this unstoppable forcemeets an immovable objectSo me and the little bird fly back to her home in the stickslittle farm just west of cityville and we set up an old-fashioned stake outAnd sure as sunshine, this ain't no wild goose chaseTheres a man towering over the corn fieldHer first instinct is to bury her head in the dirt butI've crapped on enough statues to know that nothing was evergonna get this beast to give chaseThat's a scare crow, ya scared crow.tell your scared folks to be scared no morethis rare foe couldn't hurt a sparrow, ya know?With that I left her in the rain,another mystery solvedShe shouts after me:How can I ever repay you, Richard??I say: It's Ichard, Noir!-- Matt's Song --Title: Poison IvyPrompt: Magia Naturalis -> Poison -> Poison IvyLyrics:So you're walking through the woods in the US of A Got your booty shorts on like you do every dayYou get your bare feet rocking, letting the dogs hang outYou got your shirt off too cause it's 100 degreesBerry picking cause you got a hunger to feedthis is what being free is all aboutYou're kicking through the forest out on your ownIf you remember one thing then remember this poemIf you see three leaves better let it because it's poison ivySo you're hiking through Australia to a beauty spotYou ain't wearing nothing but your booty shortsJust you and the sand and the sun on the back of your neckWhen out of the corner of your eyeYou see a little windy cunt, a slithering guyYou can cross his path or you can turn around and head backYou're kicking through the outback out on your ownIf you remember one thing then remember this poemIf the red touches yella, it'll kill a fellaThat's a fackin coral snakeSo you're picking through the wreckage of humanity's hubrisYou've found a stockpile of salt and canned foodFilling your pockets as much as your booty shorts will allowYour saliva glands ache at the sight of this mealWhen up the back of your neck runs a shivering thrillThere is something amiss, a presence malignant and foulSo you're kicking through the deadzone out on your ownIf you remember one thing then remember this poemIf it bleeds black flies, best cover your eyesIf it smells like sulphur, don't let it touch yaIf it burns with cold fire, free your heart from desireThose are lucifer's heraldsBaby it's as easy as 1 2 3My mnemonics got you jogging all your memoriesIf you see three leaves better let it because it's poison ivy
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    37 mins
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