Kris Northern

The Literal Underground

Built in 1905, McMillian Park features 20 individual sand filled cisterns, each an acre large, which used sand rather than chemicals to filter Washington DCs water supply until 1986 when it was decommissioned in favor of a faster sand filtration system right up the street. This filtration process was a milestone that, according to the Army Corp of Engineers, lead to the elimination of typhoid epidemics and the reduction of many other communicable diseases in the city. McMillian is currently in the middle of a highly contested battle over development. I was invited to join in a protest against said development. Twice. We snuck in via a convenient hole in the fence and trudged though the snow with a fully mobile soundsystem, nicknamed "the Ark of the Covenant", as this particular protest/birthday celebration was being called "Raiders of the Lost Park". Once inside we fully appreciated the amazing acoustics provided by the Gothic arched ceilings and the sand dancefloor. We have a recording of the second set of this which for the time being can be downloaded via this link This second set starts off with 30 minutes of avante garde ambient sound design based around water and proceeds to turn into a dance party because you can only chill out so much when its 20 degrees outside. Check out the photos below for more details on this amazing space and evening.Please visit and support Friends of McMillian park to help support preserving this beautiful civic space.
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Of Bicycles, Sound Design and Glacial Flood Channels

I find it especially difficult to shift gears after a productive and intense winter of creative seclusion, so much so that the thought of being out of the studio and away from service for 4 days creates a tangible anxiety for me. I try to remember that those feelings are par for the course and within 15 minutes of hopping on a bike you get some perspective as to how silly they really are as they melt away. As my time gets more and more sparse I find myself ganging interests up, so that I'm in pretty ridiculous situations where I'm in the middle of nowhere biking my equipment to an outdoor event to DJ my latest favorites in electroacoustic sound design music, (here's a link to a recording of this set) photographing and studying geology and taking notes on rock formations for my artwork.

This is similar to a bike trip I took last year but I took an entirely different route this year and was joined by the newest member of the Extreme Raver Adventure Club, my wonderful wife, Alisha. We started off by listening to the second appearance of Randall Carlson on the Joe Rogan Experience where he discusses the nearly incomprehensible cataclysmic geological changes that affected the area we would be biking in, namely the Grand Coulee and the Moses Coulee around the melting of the last Ice Age. I highly recommend everyone check out this particular podcast as it really did a number on the way I view human civilization in a geological time scale.

We started off at DryFalls which is where Lake Missoula, a lake that existed around 12,000 years ago that extended from the Pacific Ocean to Montana and was said to contain 5x the water of the Great Lakes.
We then biked in through the North part of the Moses Coulee which is in some ways more impressive than the south entrance. The trip all and all was around 110-120 miles with some heavy grade changes and offroad action and 1 rattlesnake. Since I have captions on most of the photos I'm going to skip a long detailed recounting of our trip. Enjoy.

Last StretchAlisha stretching before we tackle the steep incline leaving the north entrance to the Moses Coulee.
Spring Blooms
Alisha At DryfallsDryfalls is said to be the largest waterfall to ever have been known to exist. This is where Lake Missoula drained out in the last Ice age melt around 12,000 years ago. As it flowed downhill from here it cut out the Grand Coulee which is monumental in its size.
BasaltA particular nice showing of the basalt layers that cover most of Oregon and Washington from ~17 million years ago
Overlooking the Billingsley RanchThis is the high scabland above Billingsley ranch which has to be one of the coolest ranches I've ever seen. It is completely surrounded by these cut basalt clifffaces. We camped in this highground on BLM land andit was one of the more epic places we've slept in.
Springtime A brief show of color for springtime in the Moses Coulee.
ErracticThese boulders are called Erractics.They are usually carried by glaciers or the subsequent melt water to fields far from their sources.
She hates it.Alisha is not a fan of this hill. Or hills in general. No sir, she does not enjoy the burl and gnarl the same way I do =)
ScablandThis valley is the very top entrance of the southern leg of the Moses Coulee. If I am correct it is called scabland and has some very odd and interesting formations. I think its absolutely gorgeous. Its fun to imagine the flow of water that cut the rock layers you bike down into the canyon.
RattlesnakeMan. This guy was sunbathing and blended right into the rocks. I didnt see him until I was really close and couldnt really quickly move the bike as It was downhill on gravel and I was carrying quite a bit of weight on the bike. He lunged and came within 6 inchs. Quite scary and a clear lesson to pay attention and wear jeans. Next year Im gonna kill clean and cook them for dinner.
Palisades and Talus
DryfallsDryfalls is said to be the largest waterfall to ever have been known to exist. This is where Lake Missoula drained out in the last Ice age melt around 12,000 years ago. As it flowed downhill from here it cut out the Grand Coulee which is monumental in its size.
Dryfalls Dryfalls is said to be the largest waterfall to ever have been known to exist. This is where Lake Missoula drained out in the last Ice age melt around 12,000 years ago. As it flowed downhill from here it cut out the Grand Coulee which is monumental in its size.
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Elliot Glacier & Cooper Spur

We didn't do many hikes this Summer, and decided we should close out the season with a bang. This 6 mile hike starts at Cloud Cap trail head on the east side of MT Hood, about 45 minutes south of Hood River. The trail works some 3+ miles straight up the mountain, through sub-alpine all the way to the base of the long glacier seen in the photo below. (the long one towards the left side of the mountain). I could tell the story, but I've got a million things to do so I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.

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This wall of text begins with me in my studio working on a commission and my wife takes a peek at my work in progress and asks "What is a Muffwiggler?" Where to even start with that? Even though I don't have the answer I respond "If you don't know then I'm not gonna be the one to tell you" because I'm a punk like that. At this point I know the logo is for a forum called Muffwiggler and that there is a store opening up in Portland that specializes in boutique synthesizers and that my friend Steve works there.

Steve asked me to simply take the logo and put it on a flask but I found the result boring in the way that logos slapped on items tend to look boring. Why follow directions when you can freestyle renegade remixes of companies logos? I have a sticker on my printer which reminds me to "MAKE SOMETHING AWESOME" and so i listen to the little sticker because it's typed in all caps and it's yelling at me.

I hadn't yet met or talked to Mike at Muffwiggler but I figured it couldn't hurt to try to design something that comes a little closer to capturing the passion of deep audio nerds. Namely waveform-like visualizations where underlying structures seem to emerge (or perhaps I spent too long watching Hans Jennys' Cymatics) I used a process called Pattern Blending on Muffwigglers logo and ended up with esthetically pleasing geometric shapes but couldn't figure out how to put them on the flask until I realized I could do a full wraparound design. After some quick math I got to work.

My friend Chad came over and helped me run a couple of these and this is where Muffwiggler took on a whole new life. We started singing Burlesque sounding Muffwiggler theme songs with painfully bad lyrics like "Baby got the jiggle... you know she wanna wiggle... cuz that muff ain't gonna wiggle itseeeeeeeelf" We can bring each other to tears with these retarded jingles we come up with. After a week of texting and throwing out tweets we decided that we were fans and came to embrace our new found status as perhaps the worlds first Wiggaloes. w00p w00p! (It's not a gang it's family!)

Muffwiggler Flask Process
Muffwiggler FlaskThe test run of the wraparound flask design alongside the 'logo slapped on pocket alcohol bucket' version
Detail vs BokehThis is the top of the flask with a full wraparound design, the first I've ever attempted. Very pleased with the outcome of this one.

but wait! We still don't even know what a Muffwiggler is! After following Steve from Buried in Times twitter feed posting all the amazing toys they have there I was quite excited for the combined grand opening of the Portland Muffwiggler store / 14th annual Trash Audio synth meet.

As much as we wanted to go into the Synth Meet I convinced my crew that it was a creepy Brainwash cult like any other and before we knew it we would develop a very pricey and impossible to kick modular habit and waste away our remaining days on forums in heated arguments regarding CV Gate. Instead we focused on trying to make each other laugh while attempting to empty the keg at Crush, the venue next door where the live performances were to happen a few hours later. (The keg won this time)

We did pop in the store to have an impromtu Machinedrum & Devilfish 303 Jam and to purchase the newest Make Noise Records - Shared System 7"

Chad Getting Down with the Devilfish
Patch Cable HoldersI love that the look like veins.

We hung out and caught the performances and caught up with friends from all over the West Coast.

Trash Audio 14
Richard Devine at home in a sea of patch cables.
That's right.It was at this point in the evening that Gabe (Logreybeam) and I decided to take it personally that Jeremy EVAC didn't make it. Not sure if Shawn Hatfield from Audible Oddities or Adam Johnson took it personal or not. Probably not. At this point im dropping more names than if I fumbled a phone book. Deal with it.
Ladies like weird noises too!

After we closed out Crush we decided to hit up the 11th & Hawthorne food carts where my fingers still somehow managed to find that button that makes the pretty picture magic happen.
Alisha and Rebecca
This is a good feeling

So here we are... are we any closer to knowing what a Muffwiggler is? No I am a frayed knot, however I think we can say with a high level confidence that whatever a muff is... it got wiggled last night.

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Trip Report: Biking a Glacial Flood Channel for a DJ gig

My BikeI haven't named the bike... I dont even know its gender.Maybe I'll name it Pat, is it a boy or a girl?

pre-script: This is a long read - you can just look at the photos if that's more your speed

Sometime last year: mild insomnia lead me to the blog of that Emily Chapel; a British courier who is actively blogging her circumnavigation of the globe. After reading a few updates I decided I should backtrack and read her whole journey in order. It's amazing how contagious the spirit of adventure can be, before I knew what was happening I was starting to piece together my touring bike to start my own adventures. I had planned to do a few ambitious bike trips last year but, as they say, 'life happened' and it wasn't until this past weekend that I could actually do my first run of bike camping and I decided to up the ante by also bringing my DJ gear and pro photo equipment.

I've been to Douglas Creek / Slack Canyon a number of times before for this annual gathering. It's a small thing with attendance from 100-200 people and a pretty bumpin soundsystem. The location never ceases to amaze me, possibly because we visit during the very brief window of spring where everything is bustling and alive before it drys up and ends up looking like a scorched wasteland.

I have always wanted to see more of the area around I grabbed some USGS topo maps and started checking out the surrounding area and it's hard not to notice the 20 mile long valley on the other end of the canyon. This is the Moses Coulee which was formed as the Okanogan Ice Lobe melted and started the catastrophic Missoula Floods which cut a U shaped channel as it drained towards the Columbia River. It looks like someone just cut the hills in half on both sides because that's more or less what happened. I've been reading about this a bit and its fascinating - a little northeast of this region is Dry Falls which when it was running is considered the largest waterfall known to have existed, EVER. Scientists estimate that the flow of that waterfall was greater than all of the rivers of the world combined. They estimate the rivers flowed at about 65 miles per hour and moved house sized boulders (named erratics) to weird places. I needed to see this myself.

The trip began simple enough and I arrived outside Wenatchee around 3:30pm and started pedaling because I was a little behind schedule. Everything was gorgeous and I had a hard time not stopping constantly to snap pictures

Windmills in Desert SpringtimeSomewhere in Washington just north of Jasper.
Basalt and TalusWhere the Moses Coulee meets the Columbia River.
Apple TruckThis is my favorite color but I never know how to describe it to people when they ask. Music is kind of the same way for me too.
Moses Coulee Field

Everything was smooth sailing, as expected, until after 40 miles or so I hit the end of the Coulee and it was time to enter Slack Canyon. The road gives away to a large stone gravel primitive road. When I saw the steep hill I had to climb I was not sure how well I would do considering I came on this trip with a freshly developing cold. After talking to a truck full of locals passing me to go to the 'rave in the canyon' I started my own journey up the hill in earnest. I don't get more than a few strenuous pedals in before the chain snaps and the back of the pedal spun around and tore up the back of my leg. I won't lie, I did have a moment of worry at one point that I was a big phony and was not at all prepared for this sort of trip. I decided to ignore that voice and took a peak into my emergency repair kit in which 'thoughtful think-ahead Kris' had kindly anticipated this moment and left me a chain tool and replacement link. Five minutes later the chain is repaired and I'm ready to continue.

At this point this is all new for me. This is only my second time with a fully loaded with gear which handles very differently and carries a ton of momentum, first time climbing a mountain and first time on really rough sharp stones. The grade was so steep that even in the lowest gear I could only go up 20 feet at a time until I was wheezing, coughing from the cold and out of breath. I got about halfway and then it started dumping rain. I was actually a little excited at this point because I wanted to test my Arcteryx Alpha FL shell and see how well it performed. After about an hour I finally made it into the canyon and I was greeted by a break in the rain and a rainbow. (Typing it makes it sound more profound than it really was but maybe that's just because my friend Dave has me jaded on Rainbows - 'if it ain't a double don't even waste my time')

BreakYou call that a rainbow? You ought to be ashamed for even trying to pass off this amatuer hour bullshit on me. You need to step up ya rainbow game, son.

Now I know where I am at and I'm so close to seeing my friends. There is a crazy patchwork of trails and I end up missing the upper trail. This is a mistake on my part because there were a few frighteningly long and steep descents I had to make which were essentially me holding onto both brakes and going on a controlled slide down the hill praying to whatever gods happened to be nearest. As anyone with a good sense of irony can suspect the upper path is completely flat the entire way. d0h!

There is one stream crossing between where everyone is camping and the canyon. It had always been sort of shallow in the past. Possibly due to exhaustion I didn't think too much about it when I started pedaling into the stream. About half way in, It's getting deep and I see my panniers halfway submerged in water, yes the same ones with my laptop, Maschine controller, camera and lenses. All in all about 8k worth of equipment. Fuk.

Now mind you, Ortleibs are amazing panniers and the RF welding on them should make them absolutely impenetrable to water, however at this point that's just stuff I've read and have never tested and now I'm inadvertantly gambling with high stakes field testing. My own stupidity shocks me sometimes. I just keep peddling, cross the stream and everything is peachy. Not a drop of moisture in those bags. Hats off to you Ortlieb.

I'm less than a mile from my homies. I can barely stand. My taint feels it spent an evening with Chris Brown. (this is from being repeatedly pummeled from all the really rough downhill rides). I say hello to friends, set up camp and I don't think I make it 10 minutes past our meal before I crash out and have literally the best night of sleep I've ever had. We're talkin' the shit poems are made of, son.


I have the whole day to chill and relax with my good friends Terry & Sam. Since our camp was womenless, they meant our meals eventually devolved into random skillets of TastyBites Indian food packets, Kale and eggs as we honed our Synchronized Troughing Skills. ... Oh, come on! don't tell me you don't know what Troughing is.

Troughing is the art of cooking and eating meals and generating as few dishes as possible; Ideally none. It is the polar opposite of Victorian English etiquette which for some reason dictated that you have a special utensil, dish and placement for every single food item. The females we know tend to frown upon Troughing in the same they look at your old ratty concert t-shirts and say "It's ugly, throw it out!" however you simply cannot argue with a one pan clean up. If you have trouble imagining it - picture three dudes hovering over a cast iron skillet shoveling food into their mouths.

Below is one of the Troughs we made. I noticed a bunch of fresh nettles near our camp and cut a bunch and boiled them. Terry sauteed them with some mystery "asian sauce" and Sam provided the rice crackers.

NettlesOh, and look! Someone was thoughtful enough to bring a water vase for flowers too!
GlampstaGramLook! heres some food we ate! Sauted Nettles with asian dressing on Wasabi Nori rice cakes.

I spent most of the day running around taking pictures of things and there are a few I'm really proud of

Put the needle on the record.This blade of grass was being pushed by a gentle breeze across standing ripple patterns creating these beautiful interference patterns. Looked very much like the needle of a turntable running across the grooves.
Bubble and clouds
People for ScaleI love this feature, an entire cliffside crumbled and collapsed spilling basalt hexagons everywhere.The people chilling on the boulder down there give you an idea of the scale of this thing.
Douglas Creek
Idyllic Hippie Stream
Wait for the DropOn top of Slack Canyon looking down on the swiming hole.


The music started around 7pm and I was already "taking a nap" by that point but the reason I don't nap is because I don't ever see the point in getting up and naps very quickly become a full nights sleep. I sleep through a bunch of dance music and wake up around 5am to the sounds of what could only be my friend Terrys distinctive style of drum n bass. Turns out my camp mates all did the same thing.

We wake, have a few breakfast drinks and hang out until 10am when I play. <insert falsely modest self congratulatory bit here> Pffffffft. there will be recordings at some point. I decide I'm going to stay one more night and hang out with my friends until a freak windstorm came by and broke the joints on two of Sams 10'x20' structure and another structure. Even though it's 5 oclock I decide that this is one too many unknowns for me and I should bike back. I pack up in 20 minutes and prep for my way out.

As I leave I realize I'm going to catch most of the Coulee during sunset which is going to be amazing for photography so, I make my way down the rocky mountain which provided so much trouble on the way in.

I'm in a rare state of childlike happiness biking down the empty road absorbing the beauty, talking to cows with my voice that just about gone due to the toll of all this exertion and the cold. It wasn't until I get 5 miles down the road to a collapsed barn and decided I needed my wide angle that I notice the pannier. It's open. Panniers are not supposed to be open and there is a 17-35mm shaped empty space where the lens im looking for should be. Fuk. I would complain about having to be continually confronted with my own stupidity so many times, but I really can't because I bring it on myself. Meta-stupidity. The velcro must not have been fully firmly attached and busted.

So, that's a $1600 lens. Could be anywhere in the past five miles, though my advanced, seriously next-level detective skills lead me to the conclude it would most likely occur where it's bumpy. I high tail it back to that accursed hill and hide my bike under a huge pile of tumble weeds; laughing to myself on how this is the shittiest low rent version of Back to the Future ever. (you know... the part where he goes back to the 50s and hides the Dolorean?) Anyways, I walk up the hill and there it is. Exactly where I thought it would be, sitting in the middle of the road on a pile of rocks. Mostly OK. Outloud, I start talking down to myself as if I were my own little brother who did something stupid and I stupidly nod as I lecture myself on proper care for your/my tools. Being a schitzophrenic must be hard work, but at least it's character building. Ba Dum Dum Tish!

Once everything is PROPERLY secured, Picture Quest™ continues. ... I'm now twice as determined to get a few good pictures, because if I don't what does that make me? A taxi service whose only function to spill gear all over this great nation of ours?

At the top of the Coulee
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