a gentle melancholy song. hope you like it, tumblr dears. lyrics:

I knew all the things I wanted to do Came prepared to play And then I met you You might say i got lost that day oh i got lost, in a wonderful way

i'd seen skies of a pretty orange-pink hue that color had no name no name i knew until the day we met and then i knew that was the color the color of you

the color of you, and all hopeful souls oh, my dear what a mournful glow

like the tides your kind they come and go but always with that same pretty orange-pink glow.

oh my dear what a mournful soul

i do.

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I met Skunkpig while hiking through the Superstition mountains. Racing the sun to the trailhead before dusk, I heard what I thought was drums and chanting on the wind. I stopped to listen. I'm pretty sure they were going to eat me, but I had water and a field recorder I told them I was interesting using to record their songs.

Whether Skunkpig is the name of their leader or the entire tribe, it's never clear. They all refer to themselves as Skunkpig, but the leader I suspect to be Skunkpig is the only one who ever uses "I," and the lesser tribesmen orbit the great creature like asteroid rings. How many are there? Enough it seems.

Skunkpig eat whatever they can find, but primarily hunt lost hikers. They often toy with people shooting old refrigerators and couches out in the desert. Quietly removing vital car parts, then watching them from afar as they wonder what to shoot to save themselves as the heat does its grim work. They make jewelry, tools, and knives from the guns. They say they have no use for them. They let the sun bring their prey to a useless weakened stupor and pluck whatever they clutch from their tired hands, stepping back before the prey's last gasp so their dry, red-eyes can see their hunter stand before it "stains the sand." People the tribe find shooting cactus are made to drink the acidic water of the barrel cactus until their organs revolt. They have no gods, but they hold sacred the Gila monster for its unyielding bite, the roadrunner for its brazen brutality, the cactus for its efficiency and its fruit, and the night. They respect the sun.

This is the first recording I made of Skunkpig, doing the hunt song "Gila Monster Blood" I've promised to record more of them in exchange for safe passage in their lands.

to my mother and everybody who listens to my stuff for the relaxing ambient stuff, i'm sorry about 'hey, you!' - but also i've got more noisy stuff coming :( ear muffs!

more ambient coming too, but i'm feeling loud rn.

furious that i am not a playable character in this game

hey, you! Tumblr, gimme all your stuff :P

i'm tired of giant trucks and SUVs. they're ugly and stupid.

Gravity Assist at Dawn

first entry in my deep space ambient series for 2024 - if you dig this, check the album of last years issues here: https://soundcloud.com/joklhops/sets/deep-space-ambient-vol-01

2024

Once more round the sun, But there's been no revolution.

death destruction hate and fear drink up, my friends here comes another year.

my christmas wish is for abundant reasonableness and kindness.

"Back during the pandemic" "when covid was still a thing"

Covid is killing over 1000 Americans each week. Covid is the 3rd leading cause of death in the US. Covid is still spreading and mutating. Only 16% of Americans have gotten their boosters in a "vaccine only" strategy to fight the disease (that doesn't work because vaccinated people can and do catch and spread covid). Covid is still a very real threat to you and those you love. Stop talking about it in the past tense. Stop living a lie. It's not 2019. You'll never live in a "post covid" world. Our wishes for "normal" have destroyed any chance of a true end to the pandemic unless we act. Mask up and stop the spread if you really want to past-tense covid.

silly Alice. Hopping cloud to cloud. They pop and she giggles loud.

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-0p[ tumblr, that's what was typed when my bong slid off a puck shaped container of hand lotion i thought would be a safe temporary resting place while i ground a nug. the question is: happenstance, or an encoded message? The bong seems intelligent.

I just took some mushrooms, I'll check back later when they've kicked in to see if you have opinions or potential decoding.

Hark! The wizard speaks!

i'm kind of a rebel, tumblr.

"Every time someone steps up and says who they are the world becomes a better, more interesting place." 🫶🏳️‍🌈

My tribute to Andre Braugher, thank you for Captain Raymond Holt ❤️✨

howdy again, tumblr darlings - if you're on the tiktoks give my beat (that of course just turned into a song *shrug* i can't stop!) for the stones throw records beat contest a listen and a like <3 I'd appreciate it - help me win a fancy pants sampler! :P

Merry Christmas, tumblr :P Let's fuck shit up! Fatty figgy pudding is shaking in his boots!