<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853164638474157594</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:23:59.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENOCH</title><subtitle type='html'>Lead singer in our band&lt;br&gt;
ENOCH, an indie band &lt;br&gt;
with our own studio</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enochstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853164638474157594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enochstephanie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587799008289670564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DXTJSWCBHGY/SIl0k_pmPwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1b5Cz-IIN-4/S220/enochbandicon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853164638474157594.post-8656041443735755057</id><published>2008-10-03T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:02:25.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me There</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZzKksj5aQ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VZzKksj5aQ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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There'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587799008289670564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DXTJSWCBHGY/SIl0k_pmPwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1b5Cz-IIN-4/S220/enochbandicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853164638474157594.post-5916408863634626150</id><published>2008-10-03T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:06:26.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ENOCH's Take Me There &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some photos from my family's files (from last 20 years) set in motion to a song I wrote called Take Me There, an original piece that will be on our first album, &lt;strong&gt;ENOCH&lt;/strong&gt;: On The Same Page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853164638474157594-5916408863634626150?l=enochstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enochstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/5916408863634626150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853164638474157594&amp;postID=5916408863634626150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853164638474157594/posts/default/5916408863634626150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853164638474157594/posts/default/5916408863634626150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enochstephanie.blogspot.com/2008/10/enochs-take-me-there-these-are-some.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587799008289670564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DXTJSWCBHGY/SIl0k_pmPwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1b5Cz-IIN-4/S220/enochbandicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853164638474157594.post-6784908099961689622</id><published>2008-08-05T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:10:58.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXTJSWCBHGY/SJjzwta4H3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/mEe0RdvCfME/s1600-h/stephandreggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXTJSWCBHGY/SJjzwta4H3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/mEe0RdvCfME/s320/stephandreggie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231198985342426994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, its official. I have a ring on my finger, and so does my sister Jenelle. She is getting married in a couple of weeks, and me, in late October.  Here's some photos of my fiance, Reggie Arter, and me, and my sister too with Noah Moore. She's in the middle back of our family reunion photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXTJSWCBHGY/SJj5JcL2moI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DFUXxVX5FIE/s1600-h/stephfamilyreunion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DXTJSWCBHGY/SJj5JcL2moI/AAAAAAAAAhs/DFUXxVX5FIE/s400/stephfamilyreunion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231204907770878594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853164638474157594-6784908099961689622?l=enochstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enochstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/6784908099961689622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853164638474157594&amp;postID=6784908099961689622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853164638474157594/posts/default/6784908099961689622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853164638474157594/posts/default/6784908099961689622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enochstephanie.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-married.html' title='Getting Married'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587799008289670564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DXTJSWCBHGY/SIl0k_pmPwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1b5Cz-IIN-4/S220/enochbandicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DXTJSWCBHGY/SJjzwta4H3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/mEe0RdvCfME/s72-c/stephandreggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853164638474157594.post-4693306317786400995</id><published>2008-07-29T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:12:43.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Mix of our ENOCH: ON THE SAME PAGE album is In The Works!</title><content type='html'>OK.  We are down to the wire here!  Been busy honing our talents, creating music for a few years now, but we have brought it all together in an album, and now it is down to the wire. We have been tweaking our recordings to get it just right, and are in the final stages of the mix.  But with vacations, real life, and jobs, it is a task to bring this together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I really appreciate my brothers and sisters on this because without their help and cooperation we could not have done this together. But all shared the vision and I have one big THANK YOU to offer to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align=right src="http://www.chordboard.com/graphics/cx10stacsml.jpg"&gt; Also, I have been working in CHORDBOARD Labs working the new musical instrument my dad invented, the CHORDBOARD (shown at right).  That has been a lot of fun and we have been making videos about our experiences in "discovering" what it can do, and it is pretty neat the things you can do musically with it.  It really works great, and I like the "X-Factor" chord playing style of the CHORDBOARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853164638474157594-4693306317786400995?l=enochstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enochstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/4693306317786400995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853164638474157594&amp;postID=4693306317786400995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853164638474157594/posts/default/4693306317786400995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853164638474157594/posts/default/4693306317786400995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enochstephanie.blogspot.com/2008/07/final-mix-of-our-album-is-in-works.html' title='Final Mix of our ENOCH: ON THE SAME PAGE album is In The Works!'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587799008289670564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DXTJSWCBHGY/SIl0k_pmPwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1b5Cz-IIN-4/S220/enochbandicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853164638474157594.post-4035333764203689559</id><published>2008-07-16T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:04:08.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Teacher</title><content type='html'>Ever since I started playing the piano, I would love to go off by myself and play my heart out. I progressed by listening and learning songs by other people, mostly from movies like &lt;strong&gt;The Truman Show&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;Tarzan&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;Mulan&lt;/strong&gt;, and a couple of songs from my friends who read music. I would listen though, because I didn't know how to read music, and I would embellish on what I heard. I loved &lt;strong&gt;Enya&lt;/strong&gt;, and the &lt;strong&gt;LOTR&lt;/strong&gt;, and any kind of music with a beautiful piano part in it was what I tried to learn. My point in writing all of this is to emphasize that my &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; for the piano and beautiful music is what helped me be as good as I am today. Lol, and I don't say that arrogantly; any kind of arrogance has always bothered me. Some say it's a fault of mine, because I try very hard not to put myself forward. Anyways, I hold my own in piano playing, and the ability to hear music in my head, and I try to get it out as best as I can, which led to me writing my own music. I started out with just piano solos, but as I branched out, I wrote lyrics, and melodies, and it's incredible how wonderful it feels to accomplish something, even as simple as a song.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, when my dad announced that I would be teaching Jenelle, Stephen, and Kevan how to play, I was thinking to myself, uh... just exactly &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; am &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; going to do this? (See? There it is, my flaw: reluctant to step in the limelight, to act like I can do anything, or to assume that I'm good enough to do what dad expected.) But I did the best I could. I remember telling them, "Ok Jenelle, you do this on this part, and hey Stephen, play these chords, and Kevan, try to hear the beat in how I'm playing it..." It was pretty neat to see, after a few weeks of playing together, the progress they were making. We were actually starting to sound like a band! So that's pretty much how it went. For the next couple of years, we played my songs, and I wrote more songs, and Stephen started coming up with guitar solos, and Kevan came up with cooler beats and occasionally a few awesome drum solos :) and the same with Jenelle and her bass, just getting out of that "one note" box, and really starting to play her bass the way she should. It's been awesome, and I'm really lucky that my dad believed that I could do something out of my comfort zone, when I didn't, because if he hadn't then I wouldn't be playing along with my sister and brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853164638474157594-4035333764203689559?l=enochstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enochstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/4035333764203689559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853164638474157594&amp;postID=4035333764203689559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853164638474157594/posts/default/4035333764203689559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853164638474157594/posts/default/4035333764203689559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enochstephanie.blogspot.com/2008/07/becoming-teacher.html' title='Becoming a Teacher'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587799008289670564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DXTJSWCBHGY/SIl0k_pmPwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1b5Cz-IIN-4/S220/enochbandicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1853164638474157594.post-1478189547725837080</id><published>2008-07-15T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:23:58.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very Beginnings</title><content type='html'>The very beginnings of what, exactly? Well, the very beginnings of us, the band. :)&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago my dad called us all together into a family council to discuss our music abilities, not mine (because my music abilities were already at the, as my dad would say, &lt;em&gt;genius&lt;/em&gt; levels...), but my siblings who never practiced, or even knew how to play an instrument. There he stood before us, stern, and he said, "When I was kid, my mom never let me play until I got my hour's worth of piano practice done. So here's how it is: you're going to practice! Every day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align=left src="http://www.chordboard.com/graphics/cx10stacsml.jpg"&gt; I'm sure glad he did that, because now we're pretty darn good. In fact, we have an album of music that kicks some bootay. We've been workin' on it for three years now, we use Logic Pro and lots of technical stuff (which shall go unnamed), for our DAW. We've got a $2500 Neumann mic that really helps the vocals sound sweet. It's so sensitive that if you get &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; close, you'll hear things from your mouth that you don't want to hear. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1853164638474157594-1478189547725837080?l=enochstephanie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enochstephanie.blogspot.com/feeds/1478189547725837080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1853164638474157594&amp;postID=1478189547725837080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853164638474157594/posts/default/1478189547725837080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1853164638474157594/posts/default/1478189547725837080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enochstephanie.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-beginnings.html' title='The Very Beginnings'/><author><name>stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587799008289670564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DXTJSWCBHGY/SIl0k_pmPwI/AAAAAAAAAhU/1b5Cz-IIN-4/S220/enochbandicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
