Welcome to Valentine, a place where music, art, and story intertwine in a ghostly waltz through love and loss. The haunting presence of D_Q lingers in every brushstroke and note, inviting you to lose yourself in the echoes of their tale. The visual art, crafted by Visual Renegade, brings these spectral visions to life, offering a glimpse into the otherworldly. We encourage you to listen along via the Bandcamp link as you wander through the art and unravel the story’s whispered secrets. The music, like the specter itself, can also be found haunting all major streaming platforms.

Valentine. And so, here it was. The album. The story. The heartbreak. The legend of Ded Quixote, pieced together from whispers in the dark. Eddy hit upload. Now it was up to the world to decide if it was real. But deep down, he knew... the haunting might not be over just yet.

The Bard. Ten years chasing this ghost. Sancho thought he'd finally figured him out. But Ded Quixote was more than just an old story—he was a bard, a dreamer, a fool. Maybe Sancho was too.

A.M. They stumbled out, the bar in flames behind them. Ded dusted off his jacket like it was just another night. "So close," he muttered. Sancho figured that was one way to put it.

Guava Rock. Then it all exploded. Chairs flew. Bottles shattered. Vasco's guitar screamed. Sancho ducked and tried not to get his bones rattled.

Kind of Green. Ded pulled his six-shooter, aiming it straight at Vasco. "He stole her from me," he growled. Green wasn’t just envy—it was obsession.

Vasco the Valentine... The music got louder. Vasco belted out a tune that cut through the air like a knife. Ded's jaw tightened. "No," he whispered, but it wasn't convincing.

Seeds. Then it happened. The air grew tense. Fists clenched. Sancho could see the seeds of discord sprouting. It wasn't about love anymore—it was about pride. And maybe a little jealousy.

Love Divine. An eye for an eye... A tooth for a tooth... A knife for a knife... A noose for a noose... Sancho wanted to ask if love was worth it, but Ded already knew the answer.

Amber Eyes. "She kissed me, grinning through the kiss and holding the handkerchief to her nose... We left for my place at closing time... The night kept coming on and there was nothing I could do." Ded's story spilled out, soaked in regret. Sancho couldn't tell if it was love or madness.

Who's that singing? Ded’s voice cracked. "Her song... he's playing her song..."

Electrify Me. The crowd hushed. Boots stomped on the old wooden stage. Vasco the Valentine. The legend. The punk rock god of the underworld. Ded's grip on his drink tightened. Sancho knew trouble when he saw it.

Dos Gardenias. The jukebox crooned, and she danced. A skeleton girl with roses in her hair, moving like she had no bones to break. Ded stared, lost in some distant memory. Sancho could see it then—this wasn’t just any ghost story. This was heartbreak.

Static Zoo. There he was—Ded Quixote, the ghost himself, buried in a cloud of cigarette smoke. Sancho offered a shot of mezcal; Ded took it without a word. "You looking for me?" the ghost rasped. "Guess I am now," Sancho replied. The handshake felt cold. Real cold.

Phantom Ballad. Every good story starts with nostalgia, right? Sancho knew that weight. The doom brain, the longing for something lost. The files were littered with old ballads and cryptic references to Dulcinea. Whatever haunted him, it was deep. Sancho wasn’t ready to face it. Not yet.

Boots shined. Room spinning. Heart beating all Looney Tunes. Sancho Danza wandered into the basement bar, stepping into another world. Skeletons hunched over tables, punk rock pounding in his chest. This was no ordinary dive. This was Mictlan, the land of the dead. And Ded Quixote was waiting.

Slow Burn Blues. It started in a basement bar off Sunset Boulevard, where Eddy and Adam wandered into a haze of green smoke and eerie music. That’s where they met Ozzie, selling sugar skulls like some underground peddler of lost souls. Over tamales and mezcal, Ozzie confessed—he’d seen D_Q too, and he had the art to prove it. Eddy took the sound, Ozzie took the visuals. Sale y vale.

1616. Ayayay. Right when Eddy was about to spill it all, D_Q scrambled the files again. The ghost had a twisted sense of humor. It would take a while to clean them up, but in the meantime, he'd start uploading the art—stuff his buddy Ozzie, aka @visualrenegade, put together. Ozzie swore D_Q had reached out to him too. Who knew how deep this thing went?

404. What a pain. Eddy had been digging for ten years, uncorrupting files from a ghost who called himself D_Q. Valentine's Night—he was sulking, sipping tequila, scrounging for inspiration—when an ICQ message popped up. "D_Q"—talking about some "Quest." Then came the file dump. For a decade, Eddy had been translating gibberish, piecing together a story from scraps buried in mysterious forums and forgotten FTP sites. Adam, aka @razorsunshine, had been there through it all, helping Eddy decipher the puzzles, chase down leads, and untangle the mess. And just when they thought they had it, poof—404. Typical ghost move. Whatever... if Mr. Ghost was going to ghost him, Eddy figured he wouldn’t mind if the world got to see his work.

 

VALENTINE

Before the ring, before the echoes—there was Valentine. Ded Quixote and Sancho Panza first met under the flickering neon of a basement bar buried deep in Mictlán, where the tequila burned, and the jukebox hummed songs of love and regret. In that haze of smoke and shadows, a new journey began—one of broken hearts, whispered dreams, and riffs that cut deeper than any blade.

They stumbled through these songs like lost souls chasing ghosts, their melodies heavy with longing, their rhythms caught between past and present. Was it love that brought them here, or something darker?

Valentine is the sound of heartbreak echoing through the corridors of the underworld—haunted by the ghosts of what could have been, carried by the steady thrum of drums, and wrapped in the bittersweet hum of distorted guitars. Somewhere in the depths of that forgotten bar, the music still lingers, a reminder that some loves never truly die.

DISCLAIMER - These are not love songs.

Bandcamp purchases of "Valentine" include exclusive songbook art by Visual Renegade.

credits

Valentine is brought to you by...

Eddy Eagles – Guitars, Vocals
Adam De Leon – Drums, Vocals

released May 10, 2020

Produced by the Virtuist at Eagle's Nest, SJV, California.
Music and cover art by Radio La Mancha. "Electrify Me" by Tito Larriva.
Songbook Art by Visual Renegade.
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