Name: Until the End by Fortunate Find
Duration: 3 min 50 s
Description: A song written for June Wichmann, performed by “Fortunate Find”

For a time, my family owned a small farm near a buffalo jump in Southern Alberta, Canada. As children, we use to play there. As an adult, I recognize that what was a cool place for white kids to play was actually a critical tool used for millennia as the lifeline for the peoples of the Blackfoot Nations. I dedicate this song to them.

Once grass and ground-covered, the photo image shows the shorn sandstone cliffs from thousands of years of use.

Jump the Buffalo

Blue sky all around, tall grass smells so sweet
Rock face cliff above, we climb to make retreat
Bison gave them life and this sandstone colosseum
Used, to jump them off; so they could live another season

In the shadow of the Rocky Mountains where the warm winds eat the snow
I played in a place that’s holy that most will never know
The Blackfoot in this coulee would hunt the buffalo
Yah, the Blackfoot in this coulee would jump the buffalo

Bison thick like waves all across the prairie
Nations trail the herds with all that they could carry
Cliff of sacrifice - done with signing of seven
A reservation for the warriors and buffalo near extinction

In the shadow of the Rocky Mountains where warm the winds eat the snow
I played in a place that’s holy that most will never know
The Blackfoot in this coulee would hunt the buffalo
Yah, the Blackfoot in this coulee would jump the buffalo

Cover Art, Old Woman's Buffalo Jump

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Jump the Buffalo

Jump The Buffalo

Ma composition Baroque en SI Majeur au clavier synthétiseur.
Clavecin, orgue d'église, violons, flûtes, clarinettes.

Les Anges de Noël

Vedran - Crossroads

Cast of Characters:
Joe Stroffolino-- @joseph-stroffolino -- Taylor 114ce acoustic guitar, main vocals, harmony vocals, lyrics, composition 
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender HSS Telecaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, mix, mastering, and production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – piano
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- four string Fender Precision Bass with a plectrum 
 
This song began as one of Joe's, lyrically centered songs, which he wrote and filled in with VST instruments. He came up with the lyrics by sharing ideas with fellow SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani.
   Knowing that Josh is a fan of his work, Joe offered this song to him in hopes that he'd share it with the rest of the band. Of course, Josh jumped at the opportunity to work on his song, and immediately shared it with the rest of the group. 
  Ken went to work first, adding his driving, excting drums. Josh was having a hard time coming up with a good bass line for it, until Ken suggested that he use the power of the 1/8 note to propel it. Tez was up next with his clever fills you hear throughout the first half of the song. Stephen came along right after and matched Tez's energy for the guitar fills in the second half of the song. 
  It was still missing a solo in the designated spot, though, so Mark stepped up with his innovative piano solo you hear in the middle. If it sounds a little mechanical, that's because he's using an arpeggiator to achieve the effect. We thought it sounded good in a song about AI, though. 
  Once all the parts were dialed in, and Joe had gotten all his vocals tuned up, we asked one of our resident pros, Stephen, to mix it for us. He did that and mastered it, too, expertly, as always.
  This is the first song we've ever done with Joe, and don't expect it to be the last. We all really enjoyed putting together, in no small part because Joe is such a competent, receptive, and gracious collaborator. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it. 
Original lyrics by Joe Stroffolino (and Michele Ansani):
When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers 
But I continued to play
And the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft
But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will think your songs are great even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure
And a catchy vibe and beat
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine

AI Sucks! (Eclectic Collective with Joe Stroffolino)

Now into my seventh decade of living, and celebrating my fiftieth anniversary this month as a guitar player (I should play better than do;), I wanted to drop this "little ditty" as my attempt to keep up with the likes of Bill Liggett (@soundcloud.com/greenfleamusic/tracks) and other notable players on this fine platform.  Actually it's an attempt to keep up with myself, seeing if I can still play what I learned 40-plus years ago, in the case of this song, the introductory licks I learned from a very fine Kansas City lounge musician, Mark Bell in 1979.  For those keeping score, you may remember it from the song "This Motel Room" by Jimmy Buffet--a fun and clever song that details the many nights touring musicians have to endure staying in motel rooms.  I took the initial licks heard throughout the song and built an independent melody line around it, half blues ditty, half musical joke, with a serious moment (you know I have to have one of those:), all with the hope of bringing a smile.  I'm proud to say I can still play it, and maybe, just maybe a little better now than then:)  Bill, just don't ask me to play it live;)

A Little Ditty (David, solo guitar)

This song was written after watching a TV series called The way home. 
It is about Using the gateway of a magical pond to time travel back to your family's  history.
TIME TRAVELER " The way home " by Glenny G's one man band. ( Original 2025)
LYRICS
I'm standing in the river fifty feet away from shore
That pond is growing deeper , I'm so far away from home
I need to know  ( Time Traveler ) Where that water goes ( Time Traveler)
Time travels on beyond my home
My family is waiting in another place in time
I visit all their moments growing up they left behind
I need to know " On my way home "
Where that river flows " Where does it go "
So far away to find my way home
Solo (Guitar)
We are the children that are yet to be raised x 3
We are the children
I need to know ( Time traveler ) Where that water goes ( Time traveler)
Time travels on beyond my way home
Time Traveler  ( On my way home )
Time Traveler ( On my way home )
Time traveler ( I'm on my way home )

Time Traveler  "The Way Home" (original with lyrics)

The Smoking Trout usually sticks to sprawling concept albums but this one-off piece kind of just came together. I came up with a beat and melody that I felt was weird enough to share with Jeff (STONERJAZZ @user-911083679). He added the the creative vocal track as well as a cloned reflection of my combined instrumental tracks that added some interesting texture. (Stephen @texmex-shaman) helped us knit everything together with the killer whimsical guitar part through the middle, connecting the two verses. 

Lyrics by STONERJAZZ

Always get a little sentimental
in the middle of the conversation
when i think about all the options offered
during the assimalation

when the level of concern
and the nature of the consternation
for the mundane and the useless
made it difficult to accept or advocate the privilege
and the worship of the lucky landing of the crooked Cowboys

Though sentimental in its nature
its making meditations incomplete
and decisions Faulty
just distractions while we fiddle in the middle of another Crisis
in the simulation
and the monkeys say "Good good Real good yum yum yum yum
now we're gonna get some Yeah"

Assimilation (The Smoking Trout: TRC, STONERJAZZ & TexMex Shaman)

A song written for June Wichmann, performed by “Fortunate Find”

Until the End

Bad Habits

Reinterpretation cover of Bring Me The Horizon

Can You Feel My Heart (Cover)

(French cover) Version française de la chanson  ♥ Lava ♥
Vidéo sous-titrée en anglais (Eng subtitle video) :
http://xanylovem.free.fr/vidos/lava-reprise.html

Arrangement guitare et scie: XanyloveM
Voix: XanyloveM et FaDe https://soundcloud.com/fa-d-1

NOTE: I discovered this original song at the cinema on the first part of a PIXAR cartoon movie :-))

LAVA Cover French (original Pixar vidéo link with Eng Subtitle)

Music created by Curtis Stoessiger and Brad Hampton Music.

Until the End

Fortunate Find

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