There’s no waking a dead cactus.

This song, the opener of the album, was made before Udio increased the quality of its production, but still, I think that the remastering process has squeezed plenty of juice out of this haunting piece.

An indie punk song about what life’s about.

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.