Hopefully you are already familiar with the exquisite work of the passionate nature enthusiast Lang Elliot, but if not, you are soon to experience some of the finest nature music of your life.
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Hopefully you are already familiar with the exquisite work of the passionate nature enthusiast Lang Elliot, but if not, you are soon to experience some of the finest nature music of your life.
“It is dawn in midsummer after a night of rain,” writes Elliott in his most recent blog post, which features a binaural soundscape intriguingly titled, ‘Thrush Dripscape.’”
“Drip falls from the treetops, splatting against leaves and the ground. Wood Thrushes sound off in the distance and a lone cricket trills. Such an exalted mix, an elixir so pure. How careful we must be to keep our minds calm and quiet and our senses free of interference, so that we do not miss the extraordinary beauty that nature showers upon us.”
A self-described “naturalist, author, speaker, poet, recordist, sound producer, photographer, cinematographer, moviemaker, webmaster, book designer and book packager,” Elliott’s lifelong appreciation for the natural world has brought its endless wonders to those familiar with his work in ways that are unique to his life journey.
The professional nature recordist, specializing in “spacious 3D-binaural soundscapes,” has produced a body of work ranging from CDs to videos to publications, some of which I am proud to own and find to be indispensable resources. Elliott is also the co-inventor of the SongFinder, a special device that helps birders with high frequency hearing loss hear birds again. (See hearbirdsagain.org )
Visit musicofnature.com to learn more about this magical man and to support his vital work.
Who could know
what it means
to go through the fading evening
into dusk,
then darkness,
void of thrush,
minus its liquid
hush,
its lingering prayer
for rest and stillness?
Through the glass pipe of throat
a balm rises and evanesces,
filling the forest even as it fades.
© Sandy Long
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