I’ve got a habit of letting the glitch be the guide—like a broken heartbeat that keeps a beat on its own. I start with a rough pulse, then sprinkle in random detune and bit‑crush, let the noise decide the phrasing. When the rhythm feels wild, I close my eyes, imagine the mood as a color splashing across a canvas, and then just layer sounds that match that shade. If the synth starts talking back, I listen to what it’s saying, not what I want it to say. And if I get stuck, I’ll pause, take a walk, come back with fresh ears and a fresh meme of the mood. The trick is to trust that whatever weirdness shows up is already part of the story.