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Recaptured: Puking on a Camping Trip

Thursday, October 29th, 2009

“Recaptured” is a series of old content – music, recordings, writings, photos I’ve been coming across in random shoeboxes and plastic crates. (Hopefully) by digitizing/writing this stuff up I will keep it from being lost forever.

So as I was digging through tapes, the same time I found the L5D tape, I found this gem…

Yes, you are hearing correctly. That’s a man puking his brains out to the lonely strains of Journey’s “When the Lights Go Down In the City”.

Somewhere in 2002…maybe…me, Ae, Jon, and Andy all took a trip up Northern Minnesota to “backpack”. It was the stupidest trip I have ever taken. We thought it would be cool to “backpack”…to carry our whole campsite on our back as we hiked through the foothills, camping along the way and hunter-gathering our meals. Well, we forgot one important thing…that we are idiots, and we had no idea how to backpack. So instead, we decided to go halfway to backpacking, we just reserved a campsite as deep in the woods and as far away from everything as we could possibly get…

Which was also stupid because that meant that we had to hump our entire, poorly-packed campsite down 2 miles of Horsefly-infested trail. Ae’s back looked like the roof of the Griswold’s station wagon…with random pots and pans clanging away on his back, bedrolls duct-taped to sleeping bags…

So we never left the campsite. A trip to anywhere but the bathroom meant you had to tie a towel around your head and carry a full can of high-DEET bug spray, to ward off the Horsefly hordes that would eat you alive. So we would wake up, eat food out of cans, drink ourselves into a coma (no beer, just Jack), make a fire, and fall asleep on the rocky ground. By the end of the second day, we had regressed to the status of upright primitives, whooping and fighting and stabbing trees with machetes. It also got pretty gay. Jon macheted his jeans up into short shorts.  Andy stripped and ran barefoot through the woods.  Ae chopped down a tree with his bare hands…while wearing a thong.   Always the one to take things wwaaaaayyyy too seriously, I stayed in the tent and pretended like all of this wasn’t hilarious.

So at the end of the day, after drinking nothing but Jack and acting like a caveman, Ae ended up puking his face off for hours outside the tent, while the radio (tuned to the only station that worked…”The Journey Station”) solemnly played on. We tried to stifle laughter from the tent, while occasionally poking our heads out to see if he was OK. I also recorded it. Because I am a good friend.

Ae pukes with his entire body. To this day I have never heard anyone throw up like that…you can literally hear it coming up from his toes…like he’s a fucking oil vein cracked open about to spout refunded Chef Boyardee all over the place. Awesome.

I also found these drawings from the trip. If we went missing or died, that tape (which also had Jon taking a shit), and these pieces of paper would be our only legacy. The last thing our crying parents could clutch to remember their beloved sons.

Pretty accurately describes what happened...

Pretty accurately describes what happened...

Ae won...apparently....

Ae won...apparently....

Things got poetic...

Things got poetic...

Not sure what's going on here.  I think I'm the one with all the beers...

Not sure what's going on here. I think I'm the one with all the beers...

I'm a Gay Fag, apparently...

I'm a Gay Fag, apparently...

One more time for the people in the back…

EDIT:  Ae just informed me that it wasn’t Jack, it was Windsor Canadian.  That explains a lot actually, and it seems fitting because we were so close to the border that Ae probably puked on Canada.

Recaptured: L5d live in his parents basement.

Tuesday, September 1st, 2009

L5D Live 8-20-08

“Recaptured” is a series of old content – music, recordings, writings, photos I’ve been coming across in random shoeboxes and plastic crates. (Hopefully) by digitizing/writing this stuff up I will keep it from being lost forever.

In the summer of 2002, I was delivering pizzas…I think. Either that or I was just home from college, idle, waiting to start my sophomore year of college. Doesn’t matter. My friend Colin, who I have been friends with every day of my life, save for one (He was born one day after me, I think in the same hospital) is creative. I consider myself creative, but Colin is purely so. The creative part of his brain is larger than the rest. He’s about 90 percent creative ideas, and 10 percent other stuff. He’s amazing in the way that aggressively creative people are: odd, uncomfortably hilarious, and intimidatingly brilliant. We spent the better part of 6th grade making comedy recordings and selling the tapes in our respective classes. We made 50 bucks…which is about a billion dollars in kid money.

Anyway, in 2002 Colin had just started synthesizing his musical influences (shoeboxes full of old tapes, Boards of Canada, Autechre, old metal) into a project he named either L5d (see the play on letters there?) or Advanced Ants Dance, depending on the day you asked him. He’d pack himself into his parents garage/basement on Portland Avenue in Bloomington, Minnesota for hours with his sampler, an old busted floppy-disk sampling keyboard, his bass, and a collection of unspooled VHS tapes and cassettes with strange markings all over them, cutting…pasting…creating. The results sounded like Madlib filtered through Boards of Canada’s screened-in-porch.

One night in August…for some reason (a birthday?) he had some friends over to his parents house to “play” a little L5d “show” for everyone. It was me – in the early stages of my Palahniuk-reading academic paranoia, his friend Ariya – co-conspirator in their tapedeck-rap project Fumanji, Mark – another insanely brilliant madperson who at the time was studying Remote Viewing, and David – a small, absurdly nice kid they (and me, only once) used to call “Squeaky” in middle school, on account of his abnormally high pitched voice.

At the time I was gently fucking around with my own music, and I was attracted to “found sound”, so I brought my trusty Pressman tape recorder over to record the show. It was loose, but there were some snatches of real brilliance, all drenched in that unbelievably appealing tape-hiss sound that can only come from analog equipment and roughly chopped samples.

I came across that tape recently, and digitzed it to put up here. Because it needs to be heard. In the background if you hear a small laugh, that’s David. Who by that point had transcended the high school bullshit, and had a great crew of friends who loved him. He was doing well, working at Batteries Plus at the time (he was still wearing his work uniform that night I believe). About a year later, he was found dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. I mention this not to add cheap gravitas, but to give him the credit he deserved as a good person. He’s here on this tape, and was really important to the moment. Rest in Peace man.

So check these out, they are definitely worth a damn…If you click “share” you can download the mp3

L5d – 8-20-02 – 1

L5d – 8-20-02 – 2

L5d – 8-20-02 – 3

Omnii Myspace Pic

L5d now goes as Omnii. Check out Omnii’s music here and look out for his completed album soon.

Also, this is Mark’s Myspace. I’ve written about his comics/writings/photography here before, check him out. His stuff is like Adult Swim’s editing floor…the shit that was too crazy for the craziest minutes on a late Sunday night.