Sekdek Podcast

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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.

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Brought to you in part by the Tacoma Psychedelic Society....NOT!!!!

A barrage, a download, a spontaneous offering of questions, references, irreverence, reverence, and psychic residue. Think of it less as a formal outline and more like a napkin sketch of a shared neural storm.

I wrote this letter to Mr Ungoogleable—as mail and an ask—but more as a mirror. A correspondence to ask him to do a podcast with me for the Tacoma Psychedelic Society. Although all that fell to shit on the TPS end, the process led me to the cool artist Void Denizen. And that led to this pod, which is kinda like a spontaneous salvage. 

This episode touches on pareidolia, driftwood shamans, black metal tape hiss ethics, the difference between Bwiti rhythm and Spotify shuffle, and whether the DMT gods are tired of being gendered,psychedelic overpromises, AI art, ketamine clinics, and the cosmic prank that left Terence McKenna mushroomed in every direction. Mostly it is a podcast of all questions to the Void. 

The Yaksman II
This one goes even deeper down the wormhole—a whopper, way more songs, more spontaneous tangents, more dickness, and some vitriol for breakfast. And some real-time editing critique as I try to figure out what the hell I’m doing. The mood swings continue—humor, seriousness, more jabs at the psychedelic guru game—but always ultimately from a place of love, curiosity, and trying to make sense of it all within the struggle.
If Part I was the gauntlet, this one’s the slow bleed into cosmic confusion. You’ll hear the songs come alive while I riff and react in real time. Many funny moments editing this. Many weird ones too. Vulnerable. Don't hate me for showing a negative perspective. Sometimes it just takes over, and my voice is like a whiny brat. I need a voice change. I don't identify with my tone. 
Anyhoo, Ayahuasca in the blood forever. This is me mapping out the Yaksman I and II, raw and unfiltered. Thanks for listening, and as always, thank you for protecting me from that cunty imp that one time. Toodles.

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The Yaksman I 
This one’s a vibrant jab—part funny riff, part full-on rant tear—recorded mid-commute while I chat with myself. On other tracks, I strum around on my acoustic and recall some songs from back in 2012, when the world was on the brink of collapse. (Spoiler: we saved it. Or maybe Cern just shifted us to a slightly less doomed metaverse. Or more obviously doomed, depending on how full/empty your glass is.)
This episode hits a lot of nerves—some funny, some serious, all of it dripping with mid-level scathe. And cuntiness. I talk psychedelic shamanism and facilitation, and tighten the thumb screws a bit—because let’s be honest, I’ve got a chip on my shoulder. But I also love what shamans do. I’m just a rebel, a skeptic, a question-asker, and yeah, sometimes a negative fuckhead. No hard feelings. This is just me being me.
Original icaros and raw jams inside. Obviously an overall homage. Hi Hern. I miss you. Maybe you're alive in Cern with Bun.

Welcome to Muscamol. We chat Smurfs, my new band Milarepo Man, and the origins of my AI Therapist, what it means to be musically monogamous vs. free to explore all genres and methods, about growing up into the mind controlled hypnotized cult matrix normalcy, staying youthful with your vision intact, the pros and cons of power, the danger of honesty, live performer vs. recorder... ending with a war cry against PNW freeze demons and what it means to be a drawer.

A full-on road rant. 

Amanita is my new friend.

An exploration into the seeming value of tripping. In this episode, we document live experiences and peer up and down the veil—into moments of oblivion, and back again. Forgotten and newly discovered notes from the field. As CERN changed the universe forever back in 2012, we/I/am/is marched into the abyss with eyes pinned open looking back at the earth. Join me for a walk down the yellow brick road and through the sunrises of tomorrow. Avoid more wild prose kaos cruddy poetic analogies and just click it.

Under the Floorboards: Live with Tina (aka The Deletist)

This one was for my old podcast, Rooney’s Lodgecast. This episode captures a wild night in Chris “Skullcaster”’s old bedroom at Bleakhaus, Mission Street, SF—circa 2010. Me and Tina (aka The Deletist) recorded live noise music mid-conversation, no filter, no edits, no comfort. Bare wires, breath, and busted freyed ampiage. Lo-fi spirit work from two of the most underground artists the Bay Area ever hacked up. 

A hiss in the Abyss. Grubby. Unknowable.

May this context live again and bring a modern sequel. This is my honorable Call to Pod. "TINA!!!!" it is your destiny to come again. call me

In this unfiltered spiralling migget, I spiral through identity, ego, simulation theory, and the strange theater of human costume-wearing. From sports jerseys to leather straps to the voice we choose to speak in—this episode explores how we unknowingly play roles, and what it means to wake up to the performance. I dunno, maybe like a spoken word performance of someone who is still in college. Probably not that profound but at the time, I was full of concerned speculation. And this pod is about capturing all that in general. The crafted moments, the spontaneous riffiage and the mistakes and dumb shit. It’s messy. Welcome to the glitch. I don't care if you don't.