I thought “Fuck You, Life (garage rock version)” would have been a relatively minor song on this album, but I’ve found myself listening to it often on the train or while waiting for the bus. Sometimes you just want to enjoy a cool tune about giving up on life.

A fun psychobilly song about stabbing oneself. Nine songs down, nine to go.

Were you waiting for yet another remastered song from the third volume of Odes to My Triceratops? No? Oh well. Anyway, here’s a mix of surf rock, dance punk and cajun music for ya. It’s partly inspired, as I realized while I was making it, by a childhood friend of mine who either OD’d or killed himself.

A sad song about a loved one that the songwriter will never see again.

I’m working afternoons this week, so before I waste more hours of my limited life coordinating the replacement of printers (on top of my usual tasks) in the hospital complex where I’m employed, I’ve remastered another song. This one’s about walking around with flies in your head. Six down, twelve to go.

Rainy Sunday afternoon, so between episodes of Mushoku Tensei, I’ve decided to remaster another one of my songs. This time the winner was “The Last Wait,” a somber electronic piece about the sudden realization that there ain’t no getting out of one’s hole.

Another day, another remastered song. This time I’m redoing “Burying the Beast,” in which William Griffin confesses a crime. Now that I know proper audio mastering techniques, I hope I’ve done justice to such an awesome song.

As you should know if you’ve been checking out my stuff, I’ve learned how to master audio properly, messing around with frequency bands and such. That has allowed me to remaster a couple of songs from the third volume of Odes to My Triceratops, and this time I wanted to improve “Behind the Door,” that may be my favorite among the seventy-five or so songs I’ve produced. For those of you who have read my novella Motocross Legend, Love of My Life, this song is partially inspired by it. I think it’s quite the haunting piece about behind haunted by memories that will never come alive again.

I made this song before Udio, the AI service I use to produce music, improved its output quality, but hopefully it isn’t that noticeable in the remastered version. This is one you should check out wearing headphones.

Recently I opened up about my shameful troubles regarding audio mastering. Well, it seems I’ve hit my stride with what I learned by remastering “Go Away, Stay Away,” because I’ve pretty much nailed the last song of the album (I’m not remastering them in order), the grandiose, operatic “Fuck You, Life (cabaret version).”

I hope you enjoyed it. And if you didn’t, what’s wrong with you? Don’t you like good stuff?