This is our love song to a dying empire. Since we released No Humans Allowed back on May 5th of this year, the final track on the album is the one I get the most emails about. (This is a pattern for me.)
“Good Night, America” is about the fact that it’s all downhill from here for residents of the United States. Lou’s verse is driven by his daily work routine in the lap of high finance luxury, and my verse was driven by the hippies who think I’m down with their anemic little ”cause.” We have no sympathy, no mercy and even less patience. You are in a burning house. Act accordingly.
“Good Night, America” Lyrics
(Thirtyseven)
I can make the case for euthanasia to a room of strangers
...not just convincing them, convincing them to do it later
you’re saying life is beautiful but you’re a stupid hater
I’m basing that on basic math that you can prove on paper
…I can set the weapons on the stage and walk away
you can’t direct improvisation, you’ve just gotta pray
but you can bet this modern age has gotta pop someday
and you don’t even wanna contemplate the way this all relates
...and I can see that we’ve been freaking you out
shoulders up, little stoner stuck deep in the couch
you cobra clutch social drugs to keep people around
but you know it’s a joke and they see through it now, ouch…
I can bet that we do not agree for lots of reasons…
won’t matter when we’ve lost our heat and crops are freezing
won’t matter when you’ve gotta keep your Mom from screaming
cuz she’s watching zombies feeding off her daughter’s body pieces
(Louis Mackey)
I wonder… does the strain end in this vicious maze?
we’re all seeing under the same lens with different shades
it’s a shame, when we’re hollow and done...to sit and wait
for the sickle blade to swallow us up, and hit the grave
pain’s deep, probably smothered out your faint dreams
wake, sleep, walking up and down the same street
going manic with this same shit, I can’t obey the matrix
frozen fabric in space, moving animated faces
rabid mannequins standing in a straight line
its hard to handle this and exist at the same time
...I pass by the old theater, stuck in the rain
they’re grippin’ cups for our change, I act like I don’t see em’
though it’s getting dark, I handle my payload
...swim with sharks, dance with the angels
and I’ve made it far to see the ease with which
saints get shot, thieves get rich…
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I spent the morning working on a long, unhealthy breakfast and some Algorhythms promotion. We’re still booking shows and waiting on some artwork, but hot damn, we’ve gotta start making noise about these shows ASAP, right? So we dropped a new track for that precise reason:
The practice session last night was fucking epic. We honed the set to completion and ran through it three times, getting progressively more smash-brained until about midnight, at which point we watched Enter the Void and a BBC Documentary about the Westboro Baptist Church. This inspired us to do a lot more drugs and run through the set at 3 am, this time with a video projector. That was a good call.
Today, we’ll be laying out a custom video file in Vegas so that our entire set will be Visually Co-ordinated™ into a brainwash orgasm. This is exactly the kind of next-level stunt that I have come to expect from DJ Multiple Sex Partners, and we’re just getting started here...only a Tuesday, folks.
Side note: Paz de la Huerta makes me salivate uncontrollably.
The question remains: how can the bar be raised further? Opening for an act as intensely weird as Star Persons demands nothing less than Facemelter Status™ performances. Mere visuals won’t be enough—we are essentially engineering a psychotronic manipulation vortex using only crude 21st century technology.
Fortunately, we have the training for situations like this...stay tuned.
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It’s been a long, mostly illegal 30 years since I released my first single on Motown Records and accidentally birthed the greatest subgenre that music has ever known: psychedelic sex rap. I spent years in obscurity before my career finally exploded into the mildly unknown, marginal success story that changed my life forever.
Today, like most days, I find myself half-naked and hard at work on a dozen projects at once. From the secret Wombaticus Rex album to the masterpiece monolith that is Breakup Music...from the hippie horseshit known as Algorhythms to assembling the 10,000 moving parts for the fall season of the Vs. Series...I am stoopid grateful to be working on music full time. That is directly because of fans and donors and patrons and secret controllers from around the world. You will all get credited when the movie comes out, rest assured.
I got pumped up this morning thanks to a Wrecking Crew track you should probably hear immediately. Has-Lo, Zilla Rocca and Curly Castro beast the shit out of this track and it’s in the triple digits on replays here a World Around Central.
The Road to Madison: Day 1
Today, like most days, I find myself sipping fresh coffee and designing a set for my next gig. I’m camped out with DJ Multiple Sex Partners and we’re prepping for a show next Saturday in Madison, Wisconsin. All praise due to Man Mantis.
Being able to debut in a new city by opening up for some of their best artists (Star Persons and K. Raydio #daug) at one of their best venues is a serious opportunity, so we’re making the most clockwork, sex-tastic, and Space Funking possible set for the party people. Inspired by Dr. Quandary‘s endless experiments with Live Bloggery, as well as corporate transparency initiatives from World Around, I’m going to document the process here on Hump Jones Dot Com.
...but, uh...let’s start tomorrow, okay? This is already too long and I need to sit out on the back porch and take some bong rips. You folks take care of yourselves, and make sure you get in an orgasm today by any means necessary. Do it for me. Do it for yourself. Do it for the whole world.
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I love hip hop nerdery—the kind obsessive and detailed interest that made Ego Trip so great. Sure, Chairman Mao is still doing awesome interviews but I see these cats at Rap Genius carrying the torch like whoa. Their recent write up on Wale vs. J. Cole was downright inspirational...not just for the intensity of the exegesis, but for the debate in the comments section. The fact people really, intently, ferociously argue about lyrics, bar for bar, well...that gives Uncle Humpasaur mad hope for the future.
Tonight, they proved their mettle again. Drake’s new album leaked—what? two hours ago?—and they’ve ALREADY transcribed the lyrics. Dig:
Taken from my next album, Breakup Music, which is entirely produced by the sound mystic and beat painter Dr. Quandary, this song is the beating heart of our approach to love songs. We wanted to take a holographic approach, not so much a concept album...more of an LSD trip than a movie.
CHH: Why is your upcoming EP called Breakup Music? What inspired that title?
HJ: I know every rapper says this nowadays, but it was inspired by a Joni Mitchell song, Both Sides Now. I already had a track called Breakup Music done, but I thought it was too sneering, too cruel. People still need that, of course, but I wanted to balance it out. So I kept getting
more and more material flowing, hitting this universal theme of Love, Ending, and it evolved into a dope EP. Then, I suddenly and predictably found myself single at the beginning of this year. At the same time, a couple rappers I really respect heard the EP material and wanted to get on board, so it’s evolved into an album and we’ll be recording it all in March. Breakup Music is really a love letter, though, it’s not some morbid emo navelgazing sh*t. I’m trying to emphasize the growth, the change, the positive aspects of these horrible phases we all have to go through. It’s definitely the most complex album I’ve done so far.
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