Dedicated to James Lake, who was
abducted in 1999/2000 by beings from
the Thuban star system. Rest in peace...among the stars.

Corydalus & Permadeath were having a quiet evening on Saturday 09/12 2015 sipping Pabst Blue Ribbon, being casual, also making jams, etc. on a Saturday Night. Would it otherwise have been a memorable evening but for what later transpired? Maybe not, it was a quiet evening. Imagine two young vague men smoking grape Primetimes and drinking 6.5% Pabst, drawing bootleg Oblique Strategies cards copied onto cut-up green index cards cut to 4.25cm wide. Some of the Strategies barely fit and neither of them had found any spelling mistakes. Also: imagine orange walls, drawings on the walls, up to 5 amplifiers, and there's even a thick layer of fungus in the coffee mug that is now a forgotten ashtray. Imagine these things to set the stage for two vague young men making casual dance music with all the bass in the right place, with the ch@16/ch@16/oh@8 usually but this evening things were more relaxed. Could this lower-key have made the evening memorable but for what later transpired? The jams were slower and the recording was crackly and peaking. They smoked a little less than they usually smoked on Sundays, maybe because it was a Saturday, which could account for the slower jams and the slower pacing for the cigars. The parts on the EM-1 were picked by the random digits of fate and the intention was picked by Brian Eno in 1975 helped along by the random digits of fate and when the second slow jam of the quiet evening fell to silence or the hiss of the bass amp + the metal band next door which takes the place of silence in the practice space Corydalus & Permadeath began to casually talk about how there's something not quite right. The fact of the matter was that they'd been taken from their jam, that is captured, abducted, by a space intelligence, had spent some time in a spaceship, had had false memories of a continuous jam implanted into their heads, and had been returned to the practice space by this intelligent alien race who had traveled the stars to come to the practice space and abduct them while they were just laying down some rhythms. The abductors had torn off the roof and plucked them from the space and when Corydalus & Permadeath were replaced with the false memories of a really good jam the alien abductors had installed a hologram of the ceiling of the practice space in the place of the actual ceiling while a swarm of nano-robots broke down rocks and wood detritus from the parking lot outside the space to gather the materials necessary to reassemble the ceiling and roof. The two metal bands practicing in adjacent "locals" had undoubtedly been given false memories as well. Well, then. Something didn't add up. If they had been given these false memories so as to make sure they were none the wiser, well they were the wiser, weren't they, since they were aware that they had been fed false memories in the first place? This was inconsistent and they decided to regress into the fragments of their true memory through the power of jams. Here's how it went: the cards led them through list-making to craft a loud and unpleasant sounding drone which happened to actually be a passable approximation of the sound they actually heard upon arrival onto the spaceship. Were they just lucky? Was it the awkward fingers of fate? Were the extraterrestrials leading them by the metaphorical hands toward the truth in an obscure game of baiting and switching? This sound unlocked the fragments of their true memories and they were transported to the bare metal(?) hallways of the spaceship. They sort of just walked around. They did not see any extraterrestrial beings but felt their presence always. They were surprised to feel as though it was not a malevolent presence, although they were conscious of the possibility that they were able to radiate psychic waves that would be perceived as benevolence for to more easily keep Corydalus & Permadeath ensnared in their orbiting trap. Their wandering was of the same kind as that of a dream. They did not remember anything particular about what they did or what they saw, only of the ubiquitous metal(?) surfaces and how they felt. Then, they were escaping. This would explain the inconsistency vis-a-vis the false memories and the knowledge of the false memories, being that if they were not let go willingly the implantation may not have been complete before their escape. As they ran through winding metal(?) corridors they also agreed on the possibility that their escape was not really an escape but an illusion of escape as a part of the obscure game, which was plausible since neither of them remembered any events directly leading up to the escape, nor did they know why they were so sure that this running was in fact an escape from the spaceship, which would be consistent with the hypothesis of an obscure game. Then they were hurtling toward ??? through the darkness and a fast BPM jam (147? Maybe?) ended. P. asked C-dal if the PBR on the amp with the REALLY loud hiss was his (Corydalus') and it was not so Permadeath drank the rest of it. So much for a quiet evening! They locked up and went to the parking lot and spoke of their courage with relation to their daring escape. Corydalus had been going out to restaurants a lot so he declined a poutine. They cut through the railroad bridge and talked in the rain on the way back home.