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[Intro music fades in—lo-fi guitar, tape hiss, maybe a passing train in the distance, a rooster, and a barking dog, and someone yelling at it to shut up]
Welcome to Samorozpadu Zamysleni, the official podcast companion to my latest country album, recorded with Milarepo Man on instrumental backups. I do all vocals, keys, and guitar solos, and arrangements etc. As usual my role as Producer comes through.
This is a place for wandering thoughts, crooked lines, and earnest unravelings. I riff. I ramble. I retrace the steps that led to these tracks—whether they begin in a roadside diner, a sleepless night, or a half-remembered dream from 1998.
I peel back the dustcloth on the album. I talk influences, directions taken, reasons why, and the mess of feelings and accidents that shaped it. It’s part liner notes, part field recording, part trip. I go on tangents. The kind you only get when no one’s cutting you off, and you’re allowed to chase meaning down a dirt road until it disappears into trees.
You can also read this whole thing, if you prefer slow words over spoken ones. I’ve turned it into an article on the Sekdek blog. You’ll find the link in the notes, or just head over to https://www.sekdek.com/blog/samorozpadu-zamysleni-by-milarepo-man
This is Samorozpadu Zamysleni.
[Intro music fades out]
[Intro music fades in—lo-fi guitar, tape hiss, maybe a passing train in the distance, a rooster, and a barking dog, and someone yelling at it to shut up]
Welcome to Samorozpadu Zamysleni, the official podcast companion to my latest country album, recorded with Milarepo Man on instrumental backups. I do all vocals, keys, and guitar solos, and arrangements etc. As usual my role as Producer comes through.
This is a place for wandering thoughts, crooked lines, and earnest unravelings. I riff. I ramble. I retrace the steps that led to these tracks—whether they begin in a roadside diner, a sleepless night, or a half-remembered dream from 1998.
I peel back the dustcloth on the album. I talk influences, directions taken, reasons why, and the mess of feelings and accidents that shaped it. It’s part liner notes, part field recording, part trip. I go on tangents. The kind you only get when no one’s cutting you off, and you’re allowed to chase meaning down a dirt road until it disappears into trees.
You can also read this whole thing, if you prefer slow words over spoken ones. I’ve turned it into an article on the Sekdek blog. You’ll find the link in the notes, or just head over to https://www.sekdek.com/blog/samorozpadu-zamysleni-by-milarepo-man
This is Samorozpadu Zamysleni.
[Intro music fades out]