home is where storms play
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take comfort in the unknown⠀
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THE WILD FOREST REIGNS
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the final lullaby
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out everywhere today

Lullabies of the Pleiades

The Wild Forest Reigns

field notes excerpt 2. journey to earth

All composition is ethnomusicology, if you’re lucky.

While I cannot vouch for my own luck, and I cannot be certain I have transcribed these Pleiadian lullabies with sufficient accuracy — such that the Pleiadians themselves could still feel their full import — I have tried my best for now. I have sensed that the piano, as an instrument, is unfamiliar to them, but in the end is serviceable for the purposes of transcription.

Gathering the songs began with a process of sitting in stillness, the better by which to detect currents in the air. Then, like sifting particles of sand lifted by wind, I could listen for patterns, the frequencies scattered and embedded in shared consciousness, the imprint of grooves left from countless repetitions of the same gestures of care, given and then continuously passed along. an ancient and timeless wisdom. The endless circulation of blood through the body is an apt metaphor for the rejuvenating effect of songs repeated and echoed across time.

~ fig. B, meeting of the comets from the lullabies of the pleiades collection

Meeting of the Comets

field notes excerpt 1. origins

The Pleiadians became aware, early on, of their role as beacon and source of wonder. That anyone who saw their bouquet of stars, no matter how distant, would thereafter look to them in search for answers. That they would be listened to — and so what they say should not lead the rest of us astray.

Swift was their realization that music was the ideal language to communicate wishes, context, and emotion. and so naturally the songs they played for each other carried the same glowing power when broadcast outward, for anyone who didn’t understand their spoken languages.

The lullaby is complete.

A self-contained intention.

(A gift and a blessing.)

the deep care of a lullaby is transmitted across time, across distances even so vast as when years are needed for light to bridge the gap.

“I’ll sing to you, so that you might find peace more easily.”

~ fig. A, the undersea carousel from the lullabies of the pleiades collection

The Undersea Carousel

a lullaby about a child of the Pleiades
traveling home through hills and frozen lakes —
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usually the journey is calm but
on this foggy night
the snow seems especially mischievous

Home by Snowlight

here begins the story of our mariner 🛶⠀
exploring a vast, endless ocean⠀
filled with curious creatures⠀
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under the light of three overlapping moons 🌔 ☾ 🌑⠀
there is a certain dance⠀
(learned by all children)⠀
that when danced⠀
navigates the wanderer towards home⠀
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how to recall a dance from distant childhood?⠀
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singing the first notes of this lullaby 🎶⠀
welcomes, somehow, the summoning of movement⠀
allowing the body all by itself⠀
to channel memories kept safe⠀
and bring ancient wonders to life

Ballet of the Mariner

Fi-Lo Faded - If I Could Fly X When The Sun Comes Up
Produced By - Fi-Lo Faded

Perfectly Imperfect EP

If I Could Fly X When The Sun Comes Up

If I Could Fly X When The Sun Comes up

A remix of the song "Wherever You Will Go" by Danny Darko for his official remix contest. 
Original Song: http://biglink.to/whereveryouwillgo/
Remix Contest: http://dannydarko.net/wherever-you-will-go-remix-contest/
Danny Darko on Spotify: http://www.dannydarko.net/spotify
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Danny Darko – Wherever You Will Go (Tioko Remix) – from Official Remix Contest

You Are Here (Tomberlin)

Featuring Sebastian Chiriboga (drums) and Dean Torrey (bass).

Recorded live at Douglass Recording, Brooklyn.

Travel Poems . Chapter 2 . The night sea

Oak Island

Little House

Claire, the magic in this world, is it evenly spread? It could be hidden in easter eggs, or carefree like dandelions when scattered. I hope it looks after us from time to time. I’m in the cloudforest of Monteverde, nursing a heartbreak that should have been gone by now. I think it will become a part of me, because we’re friends and we’re stubborn. A stalled romance can’t stop her or me. I can keep the hurt inside, and no one will know, unless they cut me open, and read my tree rings.

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This song comes from being severed from the source.

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If hearing this song evokes for you any memories, or fantasies, or other stories, I would love to know -- just message me here, or at eric@travelpoems.com. The live Travel Poems show features immersive storytelling, so it may be possible to weave your story into the musical experience.

“Travel Poems . Chapter 1 . Secret towns” also featured in two longform interviews:

* JAZZIZ Magazine: https://www.jazziz.com/qa-eric-pan-travel-poems/
* National radio on PRI’s The World: https://www.pri.org/stories/2020-08-31/travel-takes-new-meaning-jazz-pianist-s-latest-album

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Solo piano by Eric Pan, recorded in Liberia, Costa Rica.
Production and mix with Brian Trahan.
Mastering by Ruairi O’Flaherty.

Scored with found sounds — credited to these curators:
reinsamba (Karlsruhe) freesound.org/people/reinsamba/sounds/120829/
JonathanTremblay freesound.org/people/JonathanTremblay/sounds/254799/
elliotrambach (Detroit, MI) freesound.org/people/elliotrambach/sounds/341809/

Hamstrung

Eric Pan