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Elijah Few
No More mixes
I have removed all of the previous 24 months ELIJAH FEW recording sessions mixes until the project is finished. What is left here are the basic song ideas and demos, recorded into cameras, tape decks, laptops as I traveled around – more often raw, unmixed, unrehearsed, immediate and completely unproduced.
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Te Papa National Museum Matariki Concert II
The concert was a great success: The Wicked Messenger Returns and Rakaia River Murder performed in front of a couple of hundred people who really enjoyed the music. In the broad context of the concert the songs stood out as being unique, different and unexpected. Tyna Keenan put in a great acoustic performance as well with alot of humour and alot of soul. Thanks to everyone, and here’s to getting some more paying concert action in the future!
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Elijah Few
I have removed the recordings from the sessions and have left the old and simple, slow, low fidelity camera and audio demos from ages ago. Although the good news is a very accomplished N.Z. artist may be producing the visual material. I’ve made recordings before, but I want to make the right one, so ..it may take the remainder of my life; it’s taken 30 years already – what’s another ten?
“Elijah Few and the Return of the Wicked Messenger” is a new music song book epic in the making. Blurring fact, fiction, high octane adventure, action fantasy, animation, song and music it looks set to become a thrilling masterpiece from the opening through to its stunning conclusion. An intelligent, fast, entertaining race through time to reveal the hidden truth.
Below are the lyrics to some of the songs from the project and some old video and audio recordings made during the songwriting process; recorded as raw and as fast as possible.
“Welcome,
Some people say that I don’t even exist. Some people say that I am the devil. Others the truth. I am neither light nor dark. THEY® will do anything in their power to stop us but this is the beginning of our future. You can jump aboard if you like…and it may just be the last thing you ever do. THEY® said it could never happen. We have to be quicker, faster, smarter and luckier than THEM®.
At the end of the earth – a land named ‘Tearoa: through the heavenly mists, the haunted forests, dusty eternal plains and above the frosty sepulchred mountains – sometimes I walked, other times I drove an old machine, flew or hitched my way. My mission had began along time ago during the War on Truth. Men fought over poison, destroyed our world, and each other when the Way of the Gun prevailed.
Elijah.”
