tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34728062635658317962023-11-15T23:11:24.181+09:00Emerald Elk musicWelcome to the Emerald Elk music site. Here you will find music inspired by nature, science, knowledge, humanity and cycles, from the vastness of space to the minuteness of atoms. Hopefully, you will find something thought-provoking, whimsical or soothing in the lyrics and melodies.Moodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870167741400338442noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472806263565831796.post-20969244023571923422012-01-26T22:55:00.001+09:002012-01-26T22:55:55.819+09:00Ukraine #1I have just realized that the most page views to my site this week were from Ukraine. So...<br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Continuing the theme that "times sure have changed," this globalized connected world never ceases to amaze. After Ukraine, tied for second most visits are </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Colombia and Russia</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">, and the USA is fourth. As far as I know, I don't personally know anyone in Ukraine, Russia, or Colombia, but it's somehow comforting (or at least interesting) to know my music is reaching a few people there.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Welcome all international vistors!</span>Moodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870167741400338442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472806263565831796.post-57197203414471227802012-01-25T18:27:00.000+09:002012-01-26T22:56:49.237+09:00The Times Have a'Changed<object height="81" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F34477187&show_comments=true&auto_play=false&color=7c00ff">
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I just recorded 4 songs in a little studio in Seoul.<br />
One is here for your listening pleasure and feedback. I got in touch with my folk roots with it. Obviously (from the title) it references and channels a bit of Bob Dylan.<br />
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The rest of the batch will undergo more mixing, adding, subtracting, and rigorous consumer testing.<br />
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Yours,<br />
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The Suburbs (Arcade Fire cover) live at Casablanca Sandwicherie, May 2011</div>
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Green Sea-Sun live at Casablanca Sandwicherie, May 2011<br />
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Sorry it's been a while. I plan to go into a studio soon and record an EP. More updates to come!</div>
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I'll try to post video of that!<br />
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<u>Set List @ Casablanca</u><br />
The Suburbs (by The Arcade Fire)<br />
Beach Weekend<br />
New Eulogy<br />
You Wish<br />
Springtime Strutting (debut)<br />
Tinker Bell<br />
Do You Realize? (by The Flaming Lips)<br />
Green Sea-SunMoodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870167741400338442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472806263565831796.post-9390836039956937842010-12-31T19:26:00.002+09:002011-01-06T16:39:07.572+09:00Give me work or give me deathHere's a singalong with my new song!<br />
"Give me work or give me death"<br />
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In the video is a picture from the St. Augustine wax museum of some inspiring individuals:<br />
(from left) James Monroe, Patrick Henry, and Benjamin Franklin<br />
Credit for photo to Flickr's cliff1066<br />
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This audio work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License</a>.Moodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870167741400338442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472806263565831796.post-49968590911151723582010-12-21T21:51:00.001+09:002011-01-05T14:14:42.456+09:00Patrick HenrySome current, and timeless, inspiration.<br />
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"It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, "Peace! Peace!" -- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! ...Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? ...I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!" <a href="http://www.historyplace.com/speeches/henry.htm">http://www.historyplace.com/speeches/henry.htm</a>Moodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870167741400338442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472806263565831796.post-61240903863188906552010-12-13T15:39:00.005+09:002011-01-06T16:40:28.262+09:00You Wish I (On a Dark Night) UPDATEDHere's a video of that song:<br />
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<span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/Sound" property="dct:title" rel="dct:type" xmlns:dct="http://purl.org/dc/terms/">You Wish I (On a Dark Night)</span> by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.emeraldelk.com" property="cc:attributionName" rel="cc:attributionURL" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#">Emerald Elk</a> is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License</a>.<br />
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I'm testing how putting my music onto a picture in iMovie works out, aka how to put music on your blog.<br />
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I've spent the last 3 days with the intention of capturing music but being distracted by how to actually get it online in the most effective way. I used to upload to Grooveshark and then post their little player right into my blog. But for the last song it wouldn't upload correctly even after I talked to my buddies at GS, so I just put it on myspace--btw anyone see the completely overhauled myspace aka "my_"? At least it's an improvement...<br />
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My quest for a good method of e-distribution has led me in a lot of directions. I decided to support <a href="http://www.flattr.com/">Flattr</a> which is a micro-donation site for supporting artists and causes that you like. You can pay as little as 3 bucks a month or so and click on as many sites as you would like to divide up your donations among them. Good concept I think (I give my friend Jesse Arost a shoutout for recommending it!). But it's still in beta so there are only a few thousand posts so far, and this still doesn't solve my problem of where to house my music and video for easy access.<br />
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Another route is making my own website (so ditching this blogger thing), but I'll need to pay a webhost and FTP server. Besides costing money this gets complicated, but I've learned more than I ever knew before about this techno-age stuff--I'd say I'm now as savvy as a 21st Century fifth grader. Also I somehow acquired the website <a href="http://www.seoullivemusic.com/">www.seoullivemusic.com</a>, and I already made a temporary welcome page... It just seemed like a good site with some potential. Any ideas for what I should turn it into are welcome.<br />
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In summary, I have some other goodies I can post but I don't want to just throw them around the internet. Thus, I'll be narrowing down the best option and letting you know. Just please bear with me cuz THIS IS A LOT OF WORK. x_xMoodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870167741400338442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472806263565831796.post-5541184862707523462010-12-05T23:13:00.001+09:002010-12-05T23:14:22.275+09:00Some lyrics - A teaser from Tinkerbell<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><i>Tinkerbell</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Am I climbing the mountain just to leap from its peak?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">When you tell me I’m living, I suspect I’m really dying<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">with each breath a step closer to Death.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">I would like to find the Fountain, for I am afraid of this age.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Am I drenched in gasoline in the dark waiting, praying till Hades’ match gives sparks?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">When you tell me to look out I am blind, but I suspect I’m slipping straight<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">towards the Reaper’s ice sickle.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">I would like to find a light through this shade of space, the blackest Black Hole.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Moodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870167741400338442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472806263565831796.post-57113061205651265662010-12-02T11:16:00.003+09:002011-02-11T19:22:42.931+09:00You Wish I (On a Dark Night)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">First Christmukkah post on schedule!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is to be the first song on my upcoming album. It is part 1 of 2.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Let me know what you think! Leave a comment and<i> like, dig, </i>or <i>share</i> this or whatever the kids are doing these days.</div></div>Moodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870167741400338442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472806263565831796.post-72922178634175051822010-11-24T15:53:00.001+09:002011-02-11T19:21:30.929+09:00Cover video: Wilco's "How to Fight Loneliness"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEKOmkUUgGU?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEKOmkUUgGU?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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For those of you yawning from my previous, more lethargic tunes, this one is a bit more energetic. It builds on a lot of harmonies, and I'm quite proud of it. Hope you like it.<br />
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Also, I'd like to ever-so-sincerely thank everyone for supporting this blog and the music. I've received a ton of wonderful comments--I do my best to respond to all of them, but in case I missed anyone, thank you!<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Beach Town</span><br />
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On the weekend, we would go out, to the beach and, mess around.<br />
We’d play frisbee, and scope out the girls rubbing sunscreen, and ride our bicycles.<br />
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Where are all those Sundays hiding?<br />
Are they still in your back seat lying<br />
Next to my frisbee and sunscreen?<br />
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Back in high school, we both thought the same, we just played it cool, never played their game.<br />
Cuz who wrote the rules, made for us to lose, said we couldn’t choose, just a buncha fools.<br />
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Where are all those Sundays hiding?<br />
Are they still in your back seat lying<br />
Next to my frisbee and sunscreen?<br />
Where are all those high school days?<br />
Stealing street signs and drinking under age.<br />
That was my favorite phase.<br />
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Every weekend, in our beach town, we were best friends, nothing got us down.<br />
If we got bored, you’d grab the surfboard, I’d take the boogie board, we never kept score.<br />
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Where are all those Sundays hiding?<br />
Are they still in your back seat lying<br />
Next to my frisbee and sunscreen?<br />
Where are all our high school days?<br />
Stealing street signs and drinking under age.<br />
That was my favorite phase.<br />
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In the summer on the weekend we would go to the ocean<br />
In the summer on the weekend we’d be moved by the waves<br />
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*Started writing this in Jacksonville and then finished up in California. Hence, Beach Town. =)<br />
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Here's the fourth song update. Audio-only, since it has multiple tracks.<br />
I wrote this one a really long time ago. It has evolved some over the years--I just wish I could put the flute track on it like when I played it with my flautist friend Amanda. Whistling will have to do for now...<br />
I recommend headphones for optimum enjoyment.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;">Autobiograffiti</span><br />
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i shave away the old days and put on a new face<br />
i install new eyes to see our old place<br />
are there no more surprises with all these reprises<br />
take me off-guard, take me en-garde<br />
<br />
oh bury me, bury me in the churchyard that I don't believe in<br />
oh bury me, bury me in the classroom that I learned to perceive in<br />
oh bury me, bury me in Yellowstone beneath Old Faithful<br />
oh don't bury me, freeze my body as something Beautiful<br />
<br />
autobiograffiti<br />
you make it seem so easy<br />
your words can say anything<br />
autobiograffiti<br />
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there's not a New World left on this Earth<br />
we'll have to go there and make new kinds of air<br />
will we have grown up drinking whisky from our sippy cups<br />
I hope I'm buried there within the newest air<br />
<br />
oh bury me, bury me in the garden, so I might grow into a Tree<br />
oh bury me, bury me in England, where I have never been<br />
oh bury me, at the peak of Mount Everest, so close to Heaven<br />
oh don't bury me, fly me out on a kite into a strong east wind<br />
<br />
autobiograffiti<br />
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oh bury me, bury me in Andersonville among my Forefathers<br />
oh bury me, cast me out to sea and watch me sink into the murky waters<br />
oh bury me, bury me to free me of this Worldly worry<br />
oh don't bury me, bring me back to life with new Technology<br />
oh don't bury me, because I want to see the Future that awaits me<br />
oh don't bury me, because I want to breathe<br />
oh don't bury me, because I want to be<br />
<br />
oh bury me, bury me with all the books that I've read<br />
and the blood that I've bled<br />
and the tears that I've shed<br />
and lives that I’ve lead<br />
and the wives I’ve wed<br />
and the lies that I spread<br />
and the fear that I’ve fled<br />
and the bombs that spread death<br />
and the skeletons trapped in my head<br />
<br />
and the fear that I’ve fled<br />
and the fear that I’ve fled<br />
when I’m out of breath<br />
bury me.<br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">Lyric notes: Andersonville, Georgia is really where some of my ancestors are buried. It was the site of a Civil War military prison.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andersonville_National_Historic_Site</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">For this song, I focused a lot on contrasting images. Life and Death, Future and Past, Nature and Technology, conflicting desires, etc. Autobiograffiti means what you think it does. ;-]</span></span><br />
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This was actually the last song written by Just a Scientist (band I was previously in), but it never got recorded. Although it was much better with the rest of the band, it deserves to be shared. Hopefully you'll enjoy this unplugged version at least one-fourth as much.<br />
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Lyrics:<br />
<br />
Trapped in this compound<br />
My car’s in the impound<br />
I just can’t hear the sound<br />
Of loved ones coming to<br />
Rescue me, to rescue me.<br />
<br />
There’s only one way down<br />
My life’s running aground<br />
I just can’t hear the sound<br />
Of heroes flying to<br />
Rescue me, to rescue me<br />
To the rescue… Wanted to ask you…<br />
<br />
Your laws are lies<br />
I’m getting bored of this disguise<br />
I’m trading you a world of truth for vice<br />
I’m giving you a sacrifice.<br />
We’re on the rise<br />
There will be nowhere to hide<br />
When we live above the skies<br />
Playing harps for the rest of our lives<br />
<br />
There’s only one way down<br />
My life’s running aground<br />
I just can’t hear the sound<br />
Of heroes flying to<br />
Rescue me, to rescue me.<br />
It’s such a long way down<br />
But time is running out<br />
We only have to shout<br />
Just come to our<br />
Rescue, rescue…<br />
To the rescue… I wanted to eskew…<br />
<br />
Our laws are lies<br />
Forcing on a disguise we despise<br />
We wear them for our whole lives<br />
We’re on the rise<br />
Soon we’ll grow wings and fly<br />
And we’ll live above the skies for the rest of our lives<br />
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PS: The real words in English are eschew and askew, but I combined the two. I know that "eskew" is not an English word.<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div>Moodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01870167741400338442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472806263565831796.post-534074086506766962009-08-02T15:42:00.001+09:002011-02-11T19:25:43.398+09:00Green Sea-sun<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">As promised, here's the first Sunday update! (and you thought it would be <span style="font-style: italic;">next </span>Sunday right? no way! it's NOW)<br />
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This is a seven-minute epic of a song. I started working on it about 2 years ago, so it has been through a lot. So, kick your shoes off, put some headphones on (highly recommended), and please enjoy:<br />
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<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: #009900;">Green</span> <span style="color: #000099;">Sea</span><span style="color: #ffcc00;">sun</span></span><br />
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Lyrics:<br />
<br />
While the leaves were falling, red and gold,<br />
You were calling on the phone.<br />
Where did I go?<br />
I was sinking into the beach.<br />
Staring out at the ocean,<br />
Just out of reach.<br />
The surface reflects my emotion.<br />
<br />
Calm and cold<br />
Calm and cold<br />
<br />
Now that it’s spring<br />
Everything’s growing.<br />
New leaves are green.<br />
Lawns need mowing.<br />
And just like the sea<br />
We keep coming and going,<br />
Waving and waving,<br />
But never knowing why<br />
<br />
We will become<br />
Calm and cold<br />
Just like the sea we’ll grow<br />
Blue and old<br />
Calm and cold<br />
Blue and old<br />
<br />
So while our blood is red and warm,<br />
Sunlight’s gold before the storm.<br />
While the flood is kept at bay,<br />
Sniff the air before the rain.<br />
While our love is fresh champagne,<br />
Sip it slowly bubbles away.<br />
<br />
Drizzles tickles drizzles tickles<br />
<br />
Everything is pleasing in this season.<br />
Everyone is singing in this season.<br />
Everything is greener in this season.<br />
Everything is pleasing in this season.<br />
<br />
While our blood is red and warm,<br />
Sunlight’s gold before the storm.<br />
While the flood is kept at bay,<br />
Smell the air before the rain.<br />
While our love is fresh champagne,<br />
Sip it slowly bubbles away.<br />
<br />
Everything is pleasing in this sea.<br />
Everything is pleasing in this sun.<br />
Everything is pleasing in this<br />
Green<br />
Sea<br />
Sun<br />
<br />
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Hope your ears are happier now. If you're curious, the only instruments in this song are vocals, acoustic guitar and a harmonica, recorded with Apple Garageband. (So that synth-y sound is just effected harm.) I wish the quality could have been a bit better, since I'm stuck using my damn internal mic; but someday I'll be able to afford a decent mic and USB input.<br />
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Lyrics:<br />
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Tell me the words slowly once again,<br />
So I can savor them.<br />
<br />
Time flies like an arrow through the wind.<br />
It will pierce your heart in the end.<br />
<br />
Tell me the words so I’ll remember them,<br />
So I can recite them,<br />
When I’m standing over your grave<br />
I will say:<br />
<br />
We are all made of particles, as are all things in the universe.<br />
So whether we breathe or decay, it doesn’t make much difference.<br />
Since we’re all made of tiny quarks, as are all things in the universe.<br />
When we say we have met death, we’re just moving on to what’s next.<br />
<br />
Part of us goes in the ground, and part of us reaches the sky.<br />
Parts of us are always in the dark, while parts of us are always in the light.<br />
<br />
Really, all of us are always in the light. All of us are always in the light.<br />
<br />
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