This is a little sound clip from the original idea of the song Elves and Orks. It was recorded during this festival in Lappersfort Bos the summer before last. We had played a show that day and in the evening, Sarah and I became rather intoxicated and stumbled around all night, wore ski gear and pretended to be Colorado ski bunnies, came up with the idea of Brohemian Wear, "for the arty bro who's still a bro," got freaked out in a maze of pallets in a dilapidated wwII ammo factory. Before going back up in the tree where we had been living the past month, Sarah threw up and imagined herself as a carrot.
In the morning, half-sleeping in the treehouse, I had a sexual fantasy about a dripping ice cream lady with a soft serve point at the top of her head who beckoned me marbled chocolate cherry and vanilla. It started raining lightly and I noticed that the huge old oak swelled and creaked slightly, something I had never realized trees did.
About 8 months later, the belgian government, at the behest of Fabricom (a Suez subsidiary and energy conglom) evicted the people living in that forest on the edge of Brugge and cut the whole thing down before anyone could reoccupy it. Orks indeed.
