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  • em_sear.it is a IT format module. Uncompressed, it is 935.59KB in size and has been downloaded 1587 times since Tue 8th Jan 2002 :D

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  • Mod Archive ID: 41817
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  • Genre: Pop - Synth

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    "Searching for the last tracks of life
        along dusty prairie streams"

        by Eterman         (4:40)


 This time some new-ageish folk music combined with slight synth pop.
 There are various elements in this mixture, but all celtic influence I
 must deny. Not only celtic folk music knows accordion.

 Somehow this faint touch, this consept of "fantasy music", always
 seems to remain in everything I compose; This time even more than I first
 planned. (Who am I really cheating, though? As if I ever had any kind
 of methodical planning in my mind what comes to composing music...)

 ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────

 Mixed insights from various scenes. Old, dusky men studying the prairie
 lands of North America. Trying to understand. Trying to find trails,
 tracks - anything to give them clue.

 There was just no indication to whatever had happened there: whatever
 happened to that strange, great civilization, which only a while ago
 dwelled and prospered.

 Only dust and sand greeted them, for grass was sparse and rather brown
 than green. They went along empty channels, hostile banks, but rarely
 found any water. Still they walked on, knowing that the things they were
 looking for would inevitably be found along those empty streams, where
 once proud rivers had flown so free and lively. Now all life had
 vanished, and still the mystery evaded them.

 Answers they did not find, but only more questions. Faint were the clues
 this barren land provided. Strange things they remarked: odd structures
 and queer records. There were objects of great wonder, revealing
 stories of prosper and delight. Yet little more could be made out from
 them, and this desire for knowledge, which all of them rather surely
 possessed, was not quenched.

 Here they had yet another tale to bring back to the tribe. Another
 mystery, that would live and change shape as time goes one. These bold
 explorers had truly seen so much in those past two years of voyage.
 Still, they realized, the things that were left uncovered, the things
 they did not see, were so much greater.

 However, these secrets time would reveal once. That, they told each
 other, was certain, as it had happened so many times before with only a
 scant assistance from the imagination a human mind could provide.
 For time would always tell its stories. And those were always accurate
 enough.




 -Harri Kivisto
   6.10.2001                                     eterman_writeme.com


 Such a cool thing to notice that my inspiration still flourishes.
 I haven't lost anything in spite of my military service. Somehow I manage
 to surprise myself over and over again.

 Surely I know this song is not perfect; there is no such thing as perfect
 music. And even if there was, well, I'm no perfectionist. I just aim for
 development. I really don't care that much whether perfection lies at
 the end of the road, or not. All that counts is the movement.

 And making this song here, this thought sometimes just came to my mind:
 It doesn't have to be anything phenomenal all the time. I don't have to
 think myself as a visionalist. I don't have to be a reformer. This time I
 just made some music. The trick is not in creating something especial.
 It's about finding it in your creation.


 -But don't take me wrong here. I'm not trying to tell what music is, or
 what it is not. I'm not trying to make a statement. These are only
 thoughts considering my methods of composing, considering my music.

 Analyzing music is a whole different concept.

Men's Choir
Women's Choir
Clarinet
Piano
Drum Kit
Synth
Accordion
Accordion
Strings a
Classical Strings
Marimba
Xylophone
Steel "Guitar"
Pizzicato
Flute
Accordion 2
Strings b
pizzicato
synth
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
flute
clarinet
accordion 1
accordion 2






bass drum
hand drum 1
hand drum 2


metal snare
snare 1
snare 2
tamborine
shaker 1
shaker 2
open hihat
closed hihat

cymbal

women's choir
men's choir
string 1
string 2
string 3
classical strings
marimba
xylophone
steel guitar 1
steel guitar 2
steel guitar 3
steel guitar 4
steel guitar 5

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