Jared Hallock Serves Up Surreal Romance and Whispered EDM in “My Destiny”

There’s something brewing in Boise—something slinky, whispery, and just a little bit absurd. Jared Hallock, the genre-melting musical wizard behind Project213, has stepped out under his own name with a new single, “My Destiny”—and it’s not just a track, it’s a mood, a monologue, a dream sequence dressed as a dancefloor confession.

Hallock is no stranger to pushing boundaries. He’s a sonic craftsman with one foot in the kaleidoscopic Boise scene and the other in the creative sprawl of Nashville. Whether he’s cooking up oddball earworms, avant-garde ballads, or tech-laced collaborations with artists around the globe, you can always count on one thing: the unexpected.

“My Destiny” is exactly that—unexpected in the best way. It’s like someone cracked open a fortune cookie in a dimly-lit club and found a tiny whispering narrator inside, spilling his heart while swaying to a slow, seductive beat. Drawing inspiration from the sultry hush of Ying Yang Twins’ “Wait (The Whisper Song)” and the minimalist cool of Snoop and Pharrell’s “Drop It Like It’s Hot,” Hallock builds a track that’s equal parts sleek and surreal.

The song feels like the inner dialogue of someone standing face-to-face with fate—and trying desperately to keep it together. “Destiny” here is less a concept and more a character, chilling out like it owns the place, casually sharing smiles while the narrator spirals internally. You can almost see him sweating through his metaphorical collar. The whispered delivery, eerie whistles, and West Side Story-esque finger snaps create an atmosphere that’s cinematic, slightly anxious, and completely hypnotic.

And then there’s the video. Oh, the video.

If Wes Anderson directed a love letter to late-night Adult Swim cartoons, it might look something like this. Animated in a quirky, collage-style fashion that dances between charming and bizarre, the video introduces us to a tennis-playing protagonist caught in the throes of starry-eyed obsession. The object of his affection? A glowing, glamorous girl who seems to float through the court like a human spotlight.

But here’s the twist—he’s not just trying to win a match. He’s trying to win her. And maybe, in a larger-than-life way, his own destiny.

The whole thing plays out like a rom-com fever dream: there’s longing, there’s awkward posturing, there’s a tension-filled match where every volley feels like a metaphor for vulnerability. It’s funny, it’s heartfelt, and it doesn’t take itself too seriously—because, like Hallock’s best work, it’s all about embracing the beautiful absurdity of being human.

At its core, “My Destiny” is both deeply personal and playfully theatrical. It refuses to land neatly in any one genre or emotional category. It flirts with funk, dabbles in EDM minimalism, and lets a whisper carry the weight of a full-throated confession. And it invites listeners into a space where fate is as much about chance and chaos as it is about clarity.

So whether you’re a longtime fan of Hallock’s eccentric catalog or you just stumbled upon this gem during a late-night scroll, do yourself a favor: turn it up, lean in close, and listen to what destiny sounds like when it whispers back.