a monkey soundscape
I was walking up a mountain populated with a bunch of monkeys when I realized nature does not ask for permission. It was 2005 in the Iwatayama Monkey Park on the outskirts of Kyoto Japan. I was halfway up the mountain keeping pace around thirty feet behind a benign French couple who were on the same trek toward the observatory at the top. I was totally alone and pleasantly unaware, soaking in the surroundings and the occasional monkey sighting. I had picked up a walking stick, as you do, and plodded along. Most likely thinking about lunch. Or how awful death by scaphism would be. One or the other.

I hear a loud rustling up ahead which I can clearly see the French couple have stopped to “Qua?”vestigate. I step up and peek over their shoulders to see some bushes violently rustling. Their nerves were apparent. They started speaking somewhat hurriedly in French. Then I started hearing noises. There was monkey tomfoolery of some kind afoot. And just in case you aren’t entirely sure what monkey tomfoolery sounds like:
The rustling bushes were around 15 feet further up the path and around another 15 feet up to our right. Out of the bumbling brush shoots a monkey at full monkey-speed straight down the hill into the middle of the path the three of us are walking. This motherfucker was pissed. Full on ape banshee. He had the whole breathing hard, flexing muscles, SUPER SIMIAN ALPHA MALE, thing going on. It was like a pool party in Vegas without the strippers (yet competitive amounts of lice). The French young lady we were with quietly shrieked and ran behind her partner. Rightfully so, this cock looked like he was ready to dance. And by dance I mean beat the ever living monkey shit out of whoever was in his way. Believe it or not, he pumped on his chest and let out a loud and very intimidating noise. King Kliche Kong. Sounded not unlike this:
Tune in next week to hear some SHIT TALKING. In the meantime become fan of Chicken Flava on Facebook or you could even follow him as he twats on Twitter. He’s new, so don’t mock him. Actually mock him. Cocksucker.
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怖いよ猿!
I was nearly attacked by an identical couple of monkeys while hiking to a mountaintop monastery in china about 5 years ago, and I can still remember the sound perfectly, as if it were one of my favorite songs. David Teie is my new kindred spirit.
lots of people have been telling me their stories about near miss attacks by monkeys since i posted this. bastards. who do they think we are? we won the war of evolution. they should recognize that.
Love the sound effects!