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This is probably to personal, to raw to put here, but I’ve been listening to some pretty courageous stuff here in alonetone. This is more of an occurence, a onetime performance, more of a memorial, than a recording. My dad had died recently, I’d been walking around with a bit of this song in my head, when one day as I was driving in the foothills of the Cascades in Oregon, I got a phone call telling me my friend Leeann had died. the words and the melody blew into my head and I raced home, ran down the hill to my studio above the barn, played myself into a trance on my hand drums, did a calling of my brothers the wolves on my cedar flute (my thanks to Randy Silvermoon for making this magic thing, it has never failed to take me home) and let this out. The singing is raw, because it was all I could do to keep singing. I’ve never felt inclined to “clean it up” or modify it. When one sings within the circle, whatever comes is THE song, never to be repeated. I captured it as a gift to the others who had lost someone. My father was of Cherokee descent, Leeann was Shawnee and Navajo. Farewell to the Mountain, farewell to the Prarieflower, Heyah