I like the way this moves from arrhythmical at the beginning to your trademark aggressive  syncopated grooves.  SO COOL

2023

It Never Lasts

Time Keeps Marching On And On And On

Think Line Dance On Steroids - Sorta

What's Shakin'

Bouncing Back

All We Got Is Time

83_ Voices - released on 17 August 2025 only on SoundCloud

Have you been feeling the same lately? “Voices” come into my head and ask why this time is the way it is ... so complicated & negative, with all its conflicts & wars. We're almost as well off as we've ever been. But no... We argue, which is not a bad thing, but unfortunately often in a negative way. Why can't we argue positively & constructively? #ambient #minimal #nobeats #only5elements #onlyvoices #liverecording

(produced with BlocsWave & LaunchPad)

Voices

“The Schüßmann Waltz” by Luke

As a kid with a unique last name I’ve always wanted to write create my own Waltz piece..
Jodi (my wife) said it sounds like a music box so with a comment like that ..my work is done 😂

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & Guitar & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
Photography by Luke
I use Open A.i for Album art pictures 

                           Beats by Luke©️
                       Luke H. S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“The S c h ü ß m a n n Waltz” by Luke

Longships Lighthouse.

BEAT 23

Some thoughts that have been percolating in my mind lately (cover photo:  photo of my halloween skeleton edited with a not to scale termite and silver spoon: adobe stock images)

***
Copyright 2025
Vocals , Chords and Lyrics by Joe Stroffolino
Organ (playing my midi keyboard with sound from Logic Pro BeBop Organ)
Single Strum track  (playing my Taylor 114ce)
Second fast strumming track: PG music real track
Bass: PG Music real track
Piano:  EZ Keys2 (with sound from Native instruments Piano uno)
Drums: EZ Drummer 3
***
They say that life is a test but not everyone’s dealt the same hand
Some are born into privilege, while others struggle through quicksand
We play the cards we’re dealt as we try to find our way,
Doing our best to keep our heads above water as we go about each day.
People born with a silver spoon in their mouths, they’re rich and the die is cast
Other’s get a wooden spoon, which the termites eat, and it’s struggle not to finish last
They say money can’t buy you happiness, but it’s hard to put a smile on your face
When the game is rigged and you can’t even get to first base.
How many billions do you have to accumulate before you’re just running up the score
At what point do you decide that you don’t need anymore
Telling rags-to-riches stories, so the common man believes it’s true,
“Keep those taxes off the billionaires cause someday that might be you.”
 People born with a silver spoon in their mouths, they’re rich and the die is cast
Other’s get a wooden spoon, which the termites eat, and it’s struggle not to finish last
They say money can’t buy you happiness, but it’s hard to put a smile on your face
When the game is rigged and you can’t even get to first base.
 Politicians smiling and acting like they share your blues,
But they’d collapse in a minute trying to walk a mile in your shoes.
Lottery tickets selling hope, though the odds are that you’ll never win
You’ve got a better chance of being struck by lightning than ever cashing in.
You’ll be paying off those loans for the rest of your life from that useless college degree
As the corporations implement AI trying their best to replace you and me
 The universe is billions of years old; we come and go in a flash.
We spend our short lives obsessing over cash.
 People born with a silver spoon in their mouths, they’re rich and the die is cast
Other’s get a wooden spoon, which the termites eat, and it’s struggle not to finish last
They say money can’t buy you happiness, but it’s hard to put a smile on your face
When the game is rigged and you can’t even get to first base.

Life Is a Test

Ride with me to Galveston
with the windows rolled down
Ride with me to Galveston
with the windows rolled down
Ride with me to Galveston
let's leave this town

we are going
we are going to
have families of our own
we all know
we all know it
that this is the last hurrah
we are going 
to have families of our own

ride with me to Galveston
with the windows rolled down
ride with me to Galveston
with the windows rolled down
ride with me to Galveston
let's leave this town

Galveston

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.
Photo by Rytis Bernotas.

Fixation

Listing of names according to the order of recordings:
All guitars by Martin: @m_ja
 Lead & backing vocals by Heidi: @heidijks
 Airdidge by Linda: @amanitalinda
 Flute by Jörg: @joerxworx
Words by Heidi

Additional instruments, sound design and programming by Morten 
Backing vocals by Morten 
Mix & mastering by Morten 
Produced by Morten

Cover design by Morten & Jörg
Special thanks to Lemmy the Lemur🪷

I would like to thank all the musicians involved who made this wonderful collaboration possible.
 Morten🙏

The Earth Love

A matter of time

Hello…. So who is Darwin the cat… really? I suppose just an old recluse like me. An older cat who I was tasked with cat-sitting this summer. Initially, I never saw him. Ha. Then one day, he appeared out of nowhere and we became best buds. He became talkative and encouraged me to ask him about life. I would ask him something and he would tell me all about it. So of course here’s a song about our shenanigans. A simple song. Ukulele, vox, and some finger-tapping keyboard percussion. In other news, tiny chickadees have been following me around the yard when I water, and a new generation of rabbits hang out near the small patches of red clover I planted around the yard... They stretch out and relax in the shade during the day. I laugh at them. The raccoon(s) come through late at night, and sometimes I hear them scream, which does sound weirdly unnerving. A hawk is in and about hunting the yard for small birds and whatnot. The birds in the yard, head into the spruce tree branches where the hawk cannot go. I built a small branch wall around the fire ant mound back by the compost pile, as someone keeps digging into it, maybe the coons or possibly flickers trying to get at the larvae. Now the mound is really built up as the ant colony has worked feverishly to rebuild it. That particular ant colony has been here for decades. Plenty of apples and wild plums now, so I have to be alert when going outside late at night, as maybe the bear will return in the midst of hyperphagia, to gorge on the apples. There were some deer here briefly as well. I have begun autumn chores in preparation for the long winter here and have taken to eating apples and plums from the trees, as I take a break from my chores. I could be a bear… hahahahaha. And of course, I’m getting old(er), more forgetful, and wondering what the future holds in store. Hope you’re all well. Thanks for dropping by, Mark 

Darwin And The Evolution Of Catharsis

Today I celebrate. Today is a day of celebration. The day of the 40th track. I have come a long way from the first to the fortieth, a huge journey. There were those who were with me from the first moment, step by step. There were those who stood by me along the way. Along the way, I received support, recognition, and friendship. I will be forever grateful to this community, for everything.
Cover photo from my great friend: www.instagram.com/bergarpi
Listen it on my youtube page: https://youtu.be/85x3MJ0Wh20?si=GtdtmC7PjAk0xhGA

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