An ode to my oldest friend.

A song in which William concludes that eating his friend’s heart was probably fine. The genre I was going for was “the kind of song that could fit in a Tropico soundtrack.” I’d say my current remastering process has done wonder to this piece, ’cause it sounds fucking amaze.

I’ve produced about seventy-five songs with Udio, and “Behind the Door” is my absolute favorite. I’d say it encapsulates my whole self to an extent that if I died tomorrow, that’d be alright, because I made someone listen to “Behind the Door.” So now that I’ve become an audio mastering master, or at least better than the average person at this time-consuming task, I had to give it another shot. It sounds quite good to these battered ears of mine.

This might be the fourth time I remaster this song, but whenever I listened to the album, I found myself resenting the state of my previous attempt, so today I’ve put myself to work and produced the absolute best version I can figure out how to make with my current knowledge. Enjoy.

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.