January 19, 2006

The future?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin D @ 12:40 am


August 26, 2005

I’m in Reno, and I’m an Internet Superstar!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 3:20 am

Check me out at Rocketboom!

Too bad they got Polenberg wrong. But oh well. Fame is fame.

This is probably it for me before i’m at BM and drowning in marital bliss. If you can drown in that.

Have a great week, everybody!

August 22, 2005

Absolutely Fucked Up

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 12:27 pm

This is really long, but is incredibly important, and unprecedented in its scale. A completely legal rave/party event in Utah was shut down by men in fatigues with machine guns. COMPLETELY LEGAL. All permits, $2 million insurance policy, etc. The video is chilling.



Here is a collection of information I’ve compiled regarding the incident.
Regardless of what your opinion is, people were hurt and violated by the
people who are supposed to be our protectors. That shit is not right anyway
you look at it. I am seriously trembling from all the anger I have inside.
Please Re-post!


First hand account from Knick of Evol Intent…

Last night, I was booked to play an event about an hour outside of Salt Lake

City, Utah. The hype behind this show was huge, they presold 700 tickets and

they expected up to 3,000 people total. The promoters did an amazing job
with the show.. they even made slipmats with the flyers on them to promote
in local shops.

So, we got to the show around 11:15 or so and it was really cool. It was all

outdoors, in a valley surrounded by huge mountains. They had an amazing
light show flashing on to a mountain behind the site, the sound was booming,

the crowd was about 1500 people thick and everything just seemed too good to

be true really. Well…

At about 11:30 or so, I was standing behind the stage talking with someone
when I noticed a helicopter pulling over one of the mountain tops. I
jokingly said “Oh look, here comes big brother” to the person I was with. I
wasn’t far off.

The helicopter dipped lower and lower and started shining its lights on the
crowd. I was kind of in awe and just sat and watched this thing circle us
for a minute. As I looked back towards the crowd I saw a guy dressed in
camoflauge walking by, toting an assault rifle. At this point, everyone was
fully aware of what was going on . A few “troops” rushed the stage and cut
the sound off and started yelling that everyone “get the fuck out of here or

go to jail”. This is where it got really sticky.

No one resisted. That’s for sure. They had police dogs raiding the crowd of
people and I saw a dog signal out a guy who obviously had some drugs on him.

The soldiers attacked the guy (4 of them on 1), and kicked him a few times
in the ribs and had their knees in his back and sides. As they were cuffing
him, there was about 1000 kids trying to leave in the backdrop, peacefully.
Next thing I know, A can of fucking TEAR GAS is launched into the crowd.
People are running and screaming at this point. Girls are crying, guys are
cussing… bad scene.

Now, this is all I saw with my own eyes, but I heard plenty of other
accounts of the night. Now this isnt gossip I heard from some candy raver,
these are instances cited straight out of the promoters mouth..

- One of the promoters friends (a very small female) was attacked by one of
the police dogs. As she struggled to get away from it, the police tackled
her. 3 grown men proceeded to KICK HER IN THE STOMACH.

- The police confiscated 3 video tapes in total. People were trying to
document what was happening out there. The police saw one guy filming and
ran after him, tackled him and his camera fell, and luckily.. his friend
grabbed it and ran and got away. priceless footage. That’s not all though.
Out of 1,500 people, there’s sure to be more footage.

- The police were rounding up the staff of the party and the main promoter
went up to them with the permit for the show and said “here, I have the
permit.” The police then said, “no you don’t” and ripped the permit out of
his hand. Then, they put an assault rifle to his forehead and said “get the
fuck out of here right now.”

Now.. let’s get the facts straight here.

This event was 100% legal. They had every permit the city told them they
needed. They had a 2 MILLION DOLLAR insurance policy for the event. They had

liscenced security guards at the gates confiscating any alcohol or drugs
found upon entry (yes, they searched every car on the way in). Oh, I suppose

I should mention that they arrested all the security guards for possession.

Oh another interesting fact.. the police did not have a warrant. The owner
of the land already has a lawsuit against the city for something similar. A
few months ago, she rented her land for a party and the police raided that
as well. And catch this, the police forced her to LEAVE HER OWN PERSONAL
PROPERTY. That’s right. They didnt arrest her, but made her leave her own

Don’t get it twisted, this is all going down in probably THE most
conservative state in the USA. And this is scary.. a gross violation of our
civil liberties. The police wanted this party shut down, so they made it
happen. Even though everything about this event was legal. The promoters
spent over $ 20,000 on this show and did everything they had to to make it
legit, only to have it taken away from them by a group of radical neo-con’s
with an agenda.

This was one of the scariest things I have ever witnessed in person. I can’t

even begin to describe how surreal it was. Helicopters, assault rifles, tear

gas, camoflauge-wearing soldiers…. why? Was that really necessary?

This needs to be big news across the USofA. At least in our music scene (edm

as a whole)… this could happen to any of us at any time. When we’re losing

the right to gather peacefully, we’re also letting the police set a standard

of what we can get away with. And I think that’s BULLSHIT!

The system fucked up last night… They broke up a party that was 100% legal

and they physically hurt a lot of people there at the same time. The
promoters already have 6 lawsuits ready to file with their lawyers and the
ACLU is already involved.

Please download these and save it because they will try to pull all these
clips from the net.

Click Here
For Actual Video Footage From The Incident (With Audio)

Click Here For Actual
Video Footage From The Incident (Without Audio)

Click Here For A Video
Clip From The Local News

First Hand Account From Syze…

Last night was one of the worst nights of my life. I am still incredibly
shaken up by what happened ….enough to the point of where I’m still having

problems talking about it. So I will tell you my side in a few words then
link you to a more detailed version of how Knick explains it .

I was playing in Salt Lake City about 1 hour away at a massive outdoor
event. 700 presold tickets, and by 11:20, there were 1400 kids there
already…. all in all total expected… 3 - 4k. This was an all drum and
bass event, held on private land, with an amazing view of the mountains
surrounding us. This event was fully contracted with the city. They had all
permits, a huge insurance policy and they were paying taxes. you have to
know this is because of what happened next. And in NO MEANS is this story
exaggerated. word for word this is what happened.

It was 1145… I had 30 min before my set, so I was running around looking
at the mountains and the people dancing, laughing , the crazy visuals they
even had projecting on the mountains. I will share photos once I can see
them. All of the sudden a helicopter comes in with massive spot lights ..
all on the people circling everyone … and within minutes like out of some
fuckin movie , soldiers with guns (fucking rifles )come in out of the grass,

like some Vietnam shit. The police in full riot gear come in, big trucks …

next thing you know they are throwing tear gas at people, setting dogs on
people, arresting kids. 4 big guys on one DNB fan kicking him down tying his

hands …. making kids sit in the dirt with their hands tied all in a line,
now you must remember in this whole time NO ONE was resisting arrest or
making a big deal, everyone peaceful started to walk out… but yet they
were throwing tear gas… it gets worst … but what’s even more fucked up
is hundreds of kids on drugs driving home on the freeway while they were
just in major trauma.

I still cant even figure out what the hell happened, the promoter called me
to make sure me knick and spor were ok and I broke down crying.. couldn’t
breath, I was freaking out ….. why? Is this what our fuckin country has
come to …. a point of someone making a fully legal show and STILL getting
busted for WHAT?????? What did 3000 kids on private land in the mountains
near NOTHING .. do to ANYONE?

The promoters have a massive lawsuit and they have so much evidence against
the county that its not even funny, I will be present to testify against
these fuckin pigs. And if you think this matter is a joke then all I have to

say is . I didn’t believe it until I had gas thrown at me. I am going to
make sure I keep you all posted on this, and let you know if there’s a way
any of you can help.

FYI for all people who where involved last night. If you where arrested by
any one in the national guards (if thay where there, and that is what i
heard) please read this…


It states that united states troops can only aid(support) in local law
enforcement and can not make arrests or direct participation.

I hope this helps.

First Hand Account From Dylan Elder…

It’s interesting to note how one-sided a conversation can quickly become
upon having a fully automatic weapon waved in your face whilst attack hounds

bark the vicious roar of bestial ferocity intended to strike fear deep into
the heart. Evidently, by way of my actions that evening, I was a criminal
who’s acts were so heinous that suitable reprecussions included
incarceration, or attacks with deadly force upon my person, all in the name
of retaining order in a fit of domestic terrorism. I am a criminal, and was
treated as such, all because I went to a large scale, state approved, and
peacefull public gathering. Having no weapons, no illegal substances, no
malicious intent, nor any kind of political agenda for the evening, in
retrospect this gross display of militant force seemed excessive for such a
circumstance, yet with my hands in clear sight, no yelling nor raise in my
tone at all, I was a threat to myself, those around me, and to our proud and

honorable men and women in uniform. Just a small recount of my experience
last night.

Details of the show are trivial to the underlying theme of this article, but

to list a few, the name of the show was Versus 2, featuring two artists I
was quite excited to see, being DMC Champion turntablist Craze, and Knick
from Evol Intent, amount others. The venue was just outside Spanish Fork,
Ut., at what I believed to be some kind of construction site or quarry, it
was hard to gather details in the dark. I arrived at approximatly 10:15 PM
or so. Everything seemed to be very well run. Two security checkpoints
searching cars, multiple people in the parking lot directing traffic to
ensure dense and well structured parking, and lots of portable restrooms and

trash cans spread about, both of which being key details to obtaining a mass

gathering permit (amoung others). I just so happen to know that, as it was
explained to me by a county sheriff last year, which makes for an
interesting story in itself, but will be left untold for now. I got out of
my car, and I was excited. The setup looked great, the moon was big and
bright, the weather was ideal, and I was ready to hear some great music, see

my friends, meet new people, and dance the night away. The venue was set up
in such a fasion that when you walked down a path from the parking lot, you
came to the secondary stage, and if you kept going on the path, you came to
a larger clearing where the main stage was set up.

I made my way down to the second stage, said a quick hello to a few friends
that were there, and started walking up towards the main stage. I was about
half way up the path when I heard the music cut out from behind me. I could
still hear the generator running, so I couldn’t figure out why the music had

stopped, but I just assumed they were having technical difficulties and
thought nothing of it. I thought I’d probably head back down that way in a
few minutes to see if there was anything I could do if they were having
problems with the equipment, but I still wanted to go find a few people
since I had just barely arrived. As I start walking back towards the main
stage, I overheard a random person in the crowd yelling that the SWAT team
had arrived and were shutting everything down.

I’ve been to a number of shows, and seen a fair share of them shut down, but

I couldn’t believe it was happening tonight. It was my understanding
everything had been handled to ensure proper permits, legitimate private
property with complete consent and understanding from all angles. I heard
many people later explaining just how far the promoter of this show went to
ensure everything went smoothly. I looked to my right and noticed police
officers trudging through the bushes towards the main stage. Local
enforcement was obvious, but I still couldn’t believe that the SWAT team was

there. I got to the main stage, saw a few more friends there, and just
waited for a brief moment to see how it would pan out. What I had
anticipated, as had happened before, would be music shut down, an officer
barks a few orders on the microphone, kids with paraphernalia are searched
and/or arrested, the furor dies down, and usually a suitable compromise is
made. We turn the music down a bit, kids are asked to leave, but those who
are truely there to have fun, to enjoy themselves, be there only for the
music, get to stay and pan out the rest of their evening. That wasn’t the
case this time around.

After the main stage was shut down, the circling helicopter was getting
closer to the ground, and that’s when I saw the men in fatigues brandishing
assult rifles. I had told a friend of mine to calm down, go with whatever
happens, and we’ll see how it works out. Thats when I spun around to see
that innocent people on stage were recoiling in horror from having guns
waved at them and orders barked. I can remember one officer in particular
demanding that the record not just stop, but that everything had to be
completely turned off, which people were scrambling to try comply with the
demands, but that’s not as easy to do when you’re fearing for your life, I
can only imagine. As people were rushing to try to collect their belongings,

records, tents, audio equipment, the SWAT kept waiving their guns around and

demanding microphone access after they had already had everything turned off

and shut down. A man in uniform approached me and barked the order that I
was to return to my car with no delay and leave. Even though previous
experiences were less intense, I had been in that possition a time or two
before, I feel a little veterened in handling such a situation. You win
some, you lose some, I knew I was going home this time, but there’s never
any harm in a quick dialog between bystander and enforcement. In more words
or less, I made it apparent that I was on my way out, I would passivly
comply with whatever was needed to make this go easy, but I wanted to know
under which grounds I was being evicted from my peacefull, private
gathering. Usually when you show a voice of reason and zero threat of
violence, you can at least talk with an officer for a bit. I was only able
to ask my first question in a series that I had carefully planned, but the
response I recieved was a curled lip, even more violent shouting, a gun
pointed at me, and the threat that if I asked a single other question I
would be detained or disabled my any means necessary. This is when I saw the

dogs attacking people, and other kids being tackled by 3-4 of these “civil
servents” at a time. I felt violated. I had done nothing to deserve that
kind of treatment, but I felt I had to do what I could to try help other
kids not get themselves in trouble. I told people to put there cameras away,

I quelled a fair share of the anti-police sentiment amoungst the groups
around me. Our small protest, albeit nonviolent, was better saved for
another time.

I noticed in most of the shouting, many of the men in fatigues had trouble
annunciating, indicating they were so full of adrenaline, who knows how
itchy trigger fingers could have been. This full scale assult had obviously
been carefully planned. I’m sure it took quite a bit of preperation to get
this assult team properly geared up, get the helicopter ready, have probably

every single bit of local enforcement that they could muster. There were
even several reported sightings of morse code being blinked back and forth
between opposite ends of the valley we were in. Many of these officers had
also been recognized as being at parties previously, dating back as far as
2001 for shutting events down, and then being undercover at other shows
later. Carefull planning indeed, but I am appalled. If you really felt you
needed to, you could shut a show down with a handfull of cops and not a
single gun comming unholstered. Although upset, there’s no harm in being
reasonable, there are so many other ways this could have been handled. I
reprehend your execution on this one Utah County.

I suppose this is the result of a bored little army, but I feel dehumanized
when treated like a terrorist when standing on the soil of a country I show
patriotism for just as much as anyone. I’ve always been a big supporter of
ending the war, support the troops, bring them home, yet suddenly a war of
some nature is brought to me, and I am the enemy. Am I a criminal? Am I a
terrorist? Verbage is freely open to interpretation, but there is no
reprimand for such a severe punishment that was threatened upon me. Had I
inadvertantly said the wrong thing, or quickly moved my hand, or something
that seemed imposing to one of these fatigued men, what’s to stop me from
quickly becoming a casualty of a battle that had no reason to happen in the
first place? This night will bear the example of the most unnecessary act of

force that Utah has seen all in the name of the Reducing American’s
Vulnerability to Ecstacy Act. Tax dollars well spent to ensure my safety,
and the safety of my future children.

-Dylan L Elder

Alisha’s account…

This is my account of events that unfolded while attending an outdoor
electronic music event. I arrived shortly before 9 pm sharp. My two friends
and i set up camp and headed to the stage. All was well and peaceful
enjoying the music to the full extent while dancing. Around 11:30pm or so i
noticed a helicopter flying above the main stage of the event. At this point

i am confused. The chopper began to come in closer to the stage with a
search light focused on the crowd. I got nervous and still very confused and

walked over to find my two friends I had arrived with earlier. Just as soon
as i did that I looked over at my friend and asked “whats going on”. That is

when I was greeted by a man in full army attire, gas mask and all. He said
to leave. I said what whats going on, at which point i was brutally
attacked. Thrown to the ground and in the scuffle punched in the face by
swat. That was not it either. I suppose i posed some a threat as another
swat member rushed over to subdue me to the ground puting his knee in my
back and arresting me. At that point I am screaming to a patron “whats going

on?” He is just as confused as I am. At that point another swat member came
over and kicked me in the leg. Let me tell you that I also only weigh 130
pounds. I had three grown men attack and beat me and throw me to ground for
absolutely no reason at all. Not to mention being dragged to a van and
violently being tossed in and taken to jail. Fined for resisting arrest and
another outrageous charge. I do need to mention also that while this is all
happening to me at the same time my two friends, a boy and girl were trying
to reach out and stop them, at that point they were attacked and arrested as


That is my account. I have all the bruises to show. Our basic human rights
were violated in a very bad way. We have to tell our story. Do all that you
can and dont be afraid to speak up.

August 19, 2005

Getting Married in STYLE

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 2:55 pm

Alison came over and we did the final fitting for the furry tux.


Sorry that this is slightly blurry. But I look goooood, yo.

Furry + Blurry

Dude, Where’s My Robot?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 12:41 pm

So we made this robot last year. It’s a glacier-bot. That is to say, it’s a robot metaphor for a glacier. Which is to say that it moves reallllly slowly. Someday it will take temperature, humidity, and c02 readings of its surroundings, and plant flowers in a graph to leave a long-term record of climate change. But for now, it just moves around. Really slowly. It’s official name is the WMG, for Wildflower Meadow Glacier. We showed it at Artbots last year. It’s neato. And James, our relatively fearless team leader, finally shot some time-lapse video of the thing moving.

Bonus brownie points to anyone who figures out what the hell is going on behind the robot.

Movie Here. Quick Time Only — it’s a MP4.


August 12, 2005


Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 1:34 pm

From nobody comes this beautiful image scrounged off the government’s website…

An Important Message From Rummy

Today’s Light Art Picture Brought To You By The Letter A

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 1:13 pm

These are the lightbars we’ll be using to light our tunnels with at Burning Man. They’ll be inside of frosted acrylic tubes. We’ve got 16 of them, and 13 are perfectly in sync, even though some of them are lacking red LEDs. The 4 pictures are different states of their colorfade. Yum!

Oh it\'s pretty

August 10, 2005


Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin C @ 4:52 pm

Did you play Lemmings on your PC when you were younger?

You can again! (Thanks Jefe!)

Laser Cutting Part Deux

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 2:21 am

So, the cutting went pretty well tonight. Though we hit a small hitch on the second piece we were cutting — the laser didn’t go through the plexi nearly enough. So we were able to break out the pieces, but with large jagged pieces sticking off the edges. I tried to put it back in the machine to do a second pass of the same pattern, but it was off (or I put in the wrong pattern), and terribleness started to happen. The only solution was to produce 6 perfect boxes instead of 8 semi-perfect boxes, cutting each subsequent piece twice. But damn, are they beautiful.

Is BLinky!

August 9, 2005

Cute cute cute! Awww, cuuuuuuuuuuuute!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Twin A @ 12:41 pm

It’s so hot in here!


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