Haunted Swamp Banjo ~mysteriously calming ambience~

Haunted swamp ambient music and nature sounds with soft gloomy banjo.

Inspired by Kenshi Swamp music.

Music recorded and produced by Space Banjo.
-All rights reserved-

0:00 Murk
2:47 Lantern
4:46 Temple
6:55 Hidden Chamber
11:11 Morphosis

#dnd #ambientmusic #banjo #fantasymusic #darkambient #spacebanjo

[EVOLWZRD]

Listen I went on a walk I had this in my pocket playing on 10% volume i thought it was off I come home and i thought it was a fucking spirit playing my guitar in my room
Spent 10 mins thinking the sound was coming from above my head
Walked in and out of the room then I realized I had my phone in my pocket the whole time

[nicholas]

I live and hunt in Florida, I was stalked by something out in the swamp one night on my way back to my car. Couldn’t see more than 15ft in any direction. One of the scariest moments of my life.

[EricDaMAJ]

Steve Martin famously said in his early comedy stand up that there was no way to play a sad banjo song. But there is, by God, a way to play it creepy.

[tonyg]

Never thought I'd be into Haunted swamp Banjo music genre

[DaturaReapicusJones]

Frogs chorus at his entry, mosquito gives it's daily dues, Crocs and Gators act as sentry, bogman chills and makes his brew

[dirkechoes]

Loving these newer vids just as much as the older vids. There's no better vibe out there to fill the outer wilds shaped hole in my spirit

[clydenorthrup]

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is a truly remarkable book, and outsells Encyclopedia Galatica for two main reasons; one, it is slightly cheaper, and two, it has the phrase, "DON'T PANIC", inscribed in large, friendly letters on the cover.

[mothmanmother]

Finally youtube is recommending relevant videos

[pvtmoltar]

I listen to a lot of ambient music and background sounds for the table top games I puppet over. This channel found itself into my feed when I started searching for sci-fi ethereal sounds. Curiosity took hold, now I've been working on a complete setting, story, and characters. Because in space, no one can hear you, Ban-jo!

[skittennarkotika]

Me thinking I've listened to it "all" then discovering something i never knew I needed in my life

[MrBaldsoprano]

After the warpstone mess back on Ceres, Zeb & I decided to hang low in the tributaries of the Hellas off the grid like. With the lower gravity the crawdads there grow bigger than any back on earth

[richardduncan]

growin' things wet with mist, drownin' thoughts of the ones who've left, frogs echoin' out in the damp of night, plinkin' in the dark by the jack'olantern's light. Don't get lost, don't sink in, don't stare into the dark without a friend.

[prettykygreen]

My grandfather passed in 94. 2 purple hearts from ww2. He used to play the banjo like this for me in the 80's. Thank you for reminding me his kind is still around! ❤❤❤

[JohntheDoe]

Ma n’ Pa alway say they not leavin dis swamp, I alway says I ain’t neither. Them boys out thar may have them space ships n’ them stations over yonder, but dis here our home. My ma n’ pa were born here, I’s was born here, my wife was born just down the marsh, ours kids gon be born here, we ain’t leavin’ no time soon

[pete]

I went for a walk in the Woods in November and this came on YouTube music randomly.

I had not seen a single person for over hour and then sun was setting and the mist was starting to build in the dips in the ground.

It was one of those prefect times when music and life seem to match. I'll never forget

Thanks for sharing it

[NasdaraDrifter]

In the heart of Louisiana, nestled beneath a canopy of ancient cypress trees, lay the haunted swamp of Bayou Noir. Legend whispered of a spectral banjo player whose mournful tunes echoed through the mist-shrouded waters, luring unsuspecting souls to their doom.

For generations, the locals avoided the swamp at all costs, knowing its cursed reputation all too well. But one fateful night, Jackson, a young musician with a daring spirit and a love for adventure, decided to defy the warnings and seek out the source of the eerie melodies.

Armed with his trusty banjo and fueled by curiosity, Jackson ventured deep into the murky depths of Bayou Noir. The air grew thick with a sense of foreboding as he navigated through the twisting maze of waterlogged trees and tangled vines.

As the moon cast an ethereal glow upon the swamp, Jackson's keen ears caught the faint strains of music drifting through the mist. Following the haunting melody, he pushed forward, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Suddenly, he stumbled upon a small clearing, illuminated by the soft glow of fireflies. In the center stood an old wooden shack, its timbers weathered and worn. And there, sitting on the porch, was the spectral figure of a man, his fingers dancing across the strings of a ghostly banjo.

Mesmerized by the haunting melody, Jackson approached cautiously, his banjo at the ready. The spectral musician turned to him, his eyes empty sockets filled with an otherworldly light.

Without a word, the ghostly figure beckoned Jackson to join him, offering his own banjo as a gesture of camaraderie. Hesitant yet intrigued, Jackson accepted the instrument, his fingers trembling as he plucked the strings.

As their duet filled the swamp with a haunting harmony, Jackson felt a strange sense of connection with the spectral musician. But as the night wore on, he began to sense a dark energy emanating from the swamp, a malevolent force that threatened to consume them both.

With a sudden jolt of realization, Jackson understood the true nature of the banjo player's curse. Bound to the swamp by his own tragic fate, the ghost sought to ensnare others in his eternal lament, trapping their souls in the murky depths forever.

In a desperate bid for freedom, Jackson broke away from the spectral musician, his banjo echoing with a defiant melody that shattered the oppressive silence of the swamp. With each note, he felt the dark energy recede, weakening the ghostly grip that held him captive.

As the first light of dawn pierced the veil of mist, Jackson emerged from the haunted swamp, his banjo clutched tightly in his hands. Though he had escaped the clutches of Bayou Noir, the memory of its cursed melody would haunt him forever, a reminder of the dangers that lurked within the shadows of the night.

[ollaniuspius]

Getting some Point Lookout vibes from this, and I love it.

[garymcgary]

Enjoying the extra bit of theme and flavor in these newer vids!

[charlessteadman]

Being from the bayou, this definitely captures the darkness of that entire area.

[Nobody-xgun]

Art work made me click. Jams made me stay.