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At the Blue Fugue with Pretty Little Empire and Mister Blackcat

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Ptarmigan with Laarks (birdfest ’10) at the Blue Fugue –  Columbia, MO

fungus on the mountaintops

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A Few Summaries

Published on 14 December 2009 by in Blog, Evan, Peter, Ptarmigan, Ted

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Adventure

Adventure

I have been living within the forest for over 4 months now.  It seems that the less strange the forest stangers become, the more strange the once strangless forest of people seems, thus a stange world of semi-strangers surfaces.  The only question is which stranger is stranger?

Provided here are a few numerical summaries of my life in the jungle for 4 months:

I have been stung at least 63 times by ants, bees, and wasps.

I have fended off 16 woolly monkey attacks.

I have taken 1 hot shower.

I have no dry clothes.

I have identified 135 different species of bird.

I have survived a stampede of 40 White-lipped Peccary.

I have gone 25 days without bathing.

I have searched for nests 8 hours a day, seven days a week, 4 weeks a month, for 4 months and have only found 10 nests.

On average, it rained every 2 out of 3 days.

I  caught 12 minnows for dinner when we ran out of food, but 8 jumped out of the bucket before getting to the frying pan.

I wrote 4 whole songs, 5 pieces, and many many more concepts.

I have taken over 8,000 pictures, 232 videos, and 176 sound samples.

I wrote an outline and drew a picture for every single day I’ve been here.

I have had 12 separate cases of diarrhea.

I have killed thousands of mosquitoes, but fed millions.

I have seen the serpent of death with my own eyes 3 times.

I have not shaved or cut my hair.

I haven’t heard my mom’s voice in 3 months.

I haven’t experienced silence.

I haven’t known refrigeration.

I have been barefoot once.

I counted 13 species of cricket in this 1m squared area.

I have been drunk once.

I drank coffee every morning.

I am nearly vegetarian.

But now, I have left my jungle.  I will miss sleeping with the root between my shoulder blades and the tent cricket whispering in my ear.  I will miss the dense green leaves, and the soothing  Scaly-breasted Wren, and the highways of diligent leafcutter ants.  I will get on a series of airplanes that will take me back to the civilization i once was so familiar with.  I am excited and curious and nervous to see you again.  I believe the answer to the question is me.

I will continue to post stories and sounds of the rainforest, and keep you updated on the progress of Ptarmigan’s second full length album.  See you tomorrow.

Love, Your Forest,

Peter

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pharmagain and the return of ptarmigan.

Published on 03 December 2009 by in Blog, Ptarmigan

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Y&D Showcase!

Y&G showcase show next Saturday, Dec 12th at mojos. Free CD’s and cool shit, don’t miss this damnit!

It’s the last show for pharmagain before the re-emergence of peter and PTARMIGAN!

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trying to complete something

Published on 28 November 2009 by in Blog, Evan

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i am very close to having a demo. i just need a few more deciliters of inspiration. very exciting

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YARDS & GODS

Published on 24 November 2009 by in Blog, Ptarmigan, Ted

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ptarmigan is now a member of the Columbia co-op label ‘Yards & Gods’. sick nasty.

come out on December 12th to Mojo’s in Columbia for a special showcase show, featuring 7 bands from Yards & Gods, including a ‘pharmagain’ appearance!

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My heart to a warbling mother

Published on 13 November 2009 by in Blog, Peter, Ptarmigan

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While traveling the 500 trail one day, heading out for a day of nest-searching, I was startled by a tiny, warm spirit, the Golden-bellied Warbler.  She was giving a very indearingly aggressive display; running in little circles on the ground, stretching her wings out and flapping them slightly, and chirpping with fervur.  Certainly, she was trying to distract me from finding her nest and eating her eggs.  She was obviously very stressed out as I succeeded at her first concern – the nest was a perfectly constructed cup of thin grass cussioned with soft moss inside sitting snug in the hole of a mud bank.   Every material weaved with care and percision to ensure the safest and most comfortable environment to raise her children.  There, inside this loving home lay 3 beautiful eggs, cream with brown speckles dense around the base, her children.  Meanwhile, she is still running in circles, more boldly now – only a meter away from me.  She is risking her life for her children that havent even hatched yet.   Though she need not worry about me, I do not aim to eat them – only moniter temperatures.  I set up the sensors and left the poor mother to tend her little treasures.

However, this is a very unfortunate place to put her nest – right near the trail.  How would she know her children arent threatened every time I pass?  With every person that passes, she lunges out of the nest, trying her best to maintain their attention, and each time with greater stress.  There are many other unspeakable creatures of the deep that she should save her energy for.  But alas, she is finally faced with a grave choice: contnue putting her life at risk by to gaurding her little ones in this unsafe habitat, or abandon, leave them to grow cold and die in hopes to start over in a place less frequented by large, awkwardly loud beasts.  According to the sensors, she abandonned her children 3 days after I found them.

Two weeks later, while I was hunting The Chuchupe deep in the forest (story forthcoming), I was pleasantly interreupted by our warm friend, the warblering mother.  Again with zeal, she gave mt her fantastic frivolous display with all her might.  Sure enough, there in a mud bank, another flawlessly crafted safe haven.  She managed to find an mud bank far from any trail and any awkward beast that frequent it (except for me).  And inside, 3 eggs – her smooth treasures seem to glow with potential.  After a few careful measurements, I left the frazzled mother to calm her jostled eggs.  Days pass and the nest is intact.  Her children are swiftly developing inside their shells as she warms them with her breast everyday.

It came time for me to go on a week break and venture into the highlands (story forthcoming).  I was very concerned that the beautiful family I left behind would fall victim to any of the thousands of evils that the jungle’s night harbors during my time away.  However, upon my return, I found that against all odds, the family was not only still alive, but the children broke free of their shells.  Nestling.  Featherless.  Exaggerated features.  Ugly in the most beautiful, powerful way.  Again the mother displayed her concern for her three helpless beauties as I hold them in my hand for measuring.  What a weak little creature, what power it will one day possess to ward off predators for its own younglings.  But the battle is only half over, a great number of days remain until they will fledge.  Everyday I returned to the nest for measurements, marking growth and progress, hoping for life.

One day returning to the nest, I found it completely ravaged.  The perfectly woven nest lie in shreds, scattered on the forest floor.  No nestlings.  No mother.  Later, after checking the predation trap cameras, we discovered our evil: the Chestnut-tipped Toucanet (a close cousin to your friend Toucan Sam).  It ripped the helpless children from the nest, one by one in broad daylight all while the mother watching.  Even her best display was futile.

Another two weeks pass.  Again, I was traveling the 500 trail and our dear warbling mother popped out and danced once again with might.  It was quite a relief to see her again, although she built her home in the same exact cavity as her first nest.  I felt a bit of frustration and helplessness as I watched her protecting her third brood of the year.  “Third time’s a charm” I repeated to myself as the measurements of the 3 fresh gems were taken.  The next day I needed to pass by her nest on the 500 trail.  To avoid stressing out the warbling mother again, I took a small, quick detour off the trail.  As I swiftly passed by, I peered towards her home.  Our eyes met.  In that brief moment, I felt so many emotions overwhelming me.  There she was, incubating, warming another trio of unhatched children.  She was weathered, tired, determined, willing.  I felt the trials and terrors that this loving parent had endured.  I felt her vigor to continue the fight.  She was teaching me the emotions of parenthood I am only beginning to understand.

The very next day, her nest was empty.  The eggs were gone, predated in the night by an unknown beast.  Our dear determined mother was nowhere to be found.  It is an absolute miracle that anything reaches maturity in this forest.  Even for those who are giving their lives everyday, there is no promise.  Know this warbling mother; my heart is with you.

Love,

Peter

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From one wonderland to another

Published on 13 November 2009 by in Blog, Peter, Ptarmigan

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This is a poem in Lewis Carrol´s Alice in Wonderland that I set to music.

The Lobster Quadraile

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Melodies rise with the fern

Published on 13 November 2009 by in Blog, Peter, Ptarmigan

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Again, a work in progress

We, the Forest

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Of the Hills and the Hunt

Published on 13 November 2009 by in Blog, Peter, Ptarmigan

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Of the Hills and the Hunt

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Another work in progress.  Short and simple.

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