...and in this place there lived a man. Eli. For many years the man had been a boy, and lived in and of discovery. He slept on soil and other organic matter and ate music and secreted music. His parents had told him so many things he could not remember all of them. He could remember, "Eli, who ever you end up being, make sure you end up being yourself." So off it was. Farther into the organic matter, armless/guitarless, one-eyed and without music/food or family. Among the moss. Among the cones, needles and friend tracks. Atop and below, he heard silence. Not for long. Only one breath or so. It was hilarious let me tell y... Silence. Slowly the moon disappeared, trailing clouds, shadows and scents. Slowly the sun rose, carrying color and shadows and scents. Tumbling onward he watched in awe for one more moment of silence. Silence... Silence... that is enough silence for a while. So he put on his boots and the same socks he had been wearing yesterday, and stood up, carrying his beliefs and belongings back to the world of rectangles. Quickly, noisely he strode. Down the hills, up the hills, between and around until he was home again. And, uhhhgi. He dropped his belongings... but he could not shed his beliefs. He waited and eventually bathed, but his beliefs were as if they were part of his skin. Shed and regenerated, but, nonetheless, him. He inspected his skin, his hair, his blood and eyes, and decided he needed three things. So off it was. Onward into the world of organic matter, an eternal noise maker he would be, living in and of discovery...

Name: Eli Carlton-Pearson

Musical Goals: I would like to make music that seems true to the human experience as a friend, failure, victor, lonely person, discoverer, happy person, and ultimately, as an animal.

Origin: Mill Valley, California.

Focuses: I want to explore the many realms, the slinky marsh-like and humming realms, the gruesome and runny realms, the tranquil death-like realms, the waking up and sighing/singing realms, and the dreaming realms of the guitar, acoustic and electric. I want to explore broken sounds, very heavy sounds, and I want to explore alternative instrumentations, especially with percussion. I have yet to record most of these adventures.

Projects:

Captain Pastime And The Hungry Ghost

  1. I'm Found
  2. The Eloping Of Clouds
  3. Practicing Axioms
  4. Digging
  5. Phones And Pianos
  6. Elephant Dreams
  7. I Woke Up
  8. Anti-Anthem

Fffh... And Other Boston Mediations

  1. Trak 1
  2. Trek 2
  3. Trik 3
  4. Trjk 4
  5. Trk 5
  6. Truck 6
  7. Alrightclearyourheadsmorebullshit
  8. Ieatalmonds
  9. Humanity
  10. Free Jass
  11. Fuckyeahmotherfucker
  12. Alrightonelastthing
  13. Pentagramatonic

Under The Influence

  1. Under The Influence
  2. Fresh
  3. Hard To Market
  4. The Flight Of The Cephalopod
  5. ... It's A Beautiful But Illusive Creature
  6. Jury Duty
  7. You Will Hear Surf Music Again
  8. It's Easy To Choose
  9. _There They Are_
  10. Heh!
  11. Lila's 80th Birthday
  12. Breathless
  13. Tro Drone
  14. I'm Your Man
  15. Carla In The Clouds
  16. Ben
  17. All The Animals
  18. A New Technique
  19. I Love You
  20. Hmmm

A Friend of a Friend

  1. Bb Harmony Thing
  2. Improv in A
  3. Clemmy's Copy
  4. Scary D
  5. Attack of the Casio
  6. Leaving Stinson II
  7. Leaving Stinson III
  8. Sad, Pretty...
  9. This Should Be Part of the Last Track
  10. I'll See You in Vegas
  11. The Cephalopod
  12. Spacey Filler I
  13. Selfish E
  14. Sea Miner
  15. This Should Be Part of the Last Track
  16. Spacey Filler II
  17. There is no Cause for Shock
  18. Monophrenia
  19. Something Soft
  20. Bah Bah Black Dog

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