In case you don’t know, I’ve been obsessed with producing songs lately by exploiting the amazing AI service Udio. I’ve already made and released two full albums based on a strange story I wrote back in 2021, named Odes to My Triceratops. It follows the adventures and misadventures of a trio of friends who live in a town lost in the map. The main dude is a songwriter named William Griffin, who’s passionate and sensitive, if a bit unhinged. Another character is William’s next-door neighbor Claire Javernick, a blind redhead. Then we have Lorenzo, who’s a sentient triceratops for no justifiable reason. You can download the first two albums of this story through this link.

The last song of the third volume of Odes to My Triceratops (out of four) works for me great both as a cabaret/vaudeville song, and as a garage rock song. This evening I present to you the garage rock version. Very cool tune, nice to let it play and have a good time.

Same lyrics as the cabaret version:

Lorenzo was a triceratops
With a portal to hell inside his throat.
Claire was my next-door neighbor,
As well as the love of my life.
She didn’t want to love me anymore,
Even though I did the best I could.

At this point, the only thing worth doing
Is saying, “Fuck you, life,” and turning away.

Fuck music and poetry!
Fuck the people you loved and trusted!
Fuck this pointless earthly world
And the stars in the heavens!

When I close my eyes,
I see the end:
A red curtain drops
On a blackened stage,
And the universe applauds
At my grand finale!

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Anyway, what’s next? First I was writing a novel for about three years, then it went on hiatus so I could work on a novella, then I barely progressed on that novella as I started producing a fuckton of songs. There’s still the last stretch of William Griffin’s story to discover, but I will park that for now until I get through what remains of Motocross Legend, Love of My Life. I intended to edit those parts at work, but I’ve been beyond busy this past couple of months, burdened with the task of replacing hundreds of printers at the hospital complex where I’m employed.

At some point of this marathon of songs, my “readership” apparently gave up. Oh, well. I’ll continue doing what I’ve always done: exactly what my subconscious demands, as obsessively as necessary.