(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

words and music K Gennery
image courtesy of Joel Durkee Unsplash
Thank you so much @monnodb for the voice at the end.

My sister and I cared for mum in her own home for the last ten years, going every day. Mum had been diagnosed with vascular dementia. This song is more about what I could see coming, the bad days, as at this time mum was still more lucid than not. Daphne Gennery passed away peacefully on the 30th of August 2025 at the age of 95, in her own home, in her own bed.....something that she always wanted....no hospital or care home.

Lyrics:
on the other side of nowhere in between the nothing she cries
a flicker of a memory drifts into longing and dispair why?

gone is the laughter from feeling to just being
existing in complete isolation
eyes open wide all but dead deep inside
just a shell of the woman

she sits in the darkness alongside delusions and agitation
time shift is a constant through the window to the garden
she stares avidly

gone is the laughter from feeling to just being
existing in complete isolation
eyes open wide all but dead deep inside
just a shell of the woman


gone is the laughter from feeling to just being
existing in complete isolation
eyes open wide all but dead deep inside
just a shell of the woman

shell

I might as well 
be made of clay
behind closed doors
I hide away 
Hide away
https://open.spotify.com/album/4COtd8lAfsZKpAlg8ri41k?si=bAieCzHtQOWk2fPX0fuOKg

HideAway

The post promotes "PARAMYTHI (fairytale) - ΠΑΡΑΜΥΘΙ," a track by Chris Junos, a Greek electronic musician from Alexandroupoli, blending IDM, ethnic Balkan, and Mediterranean sounds, recorded live without digital audio workstations, as noted on his Bandcamp page.
The Greek word "παραμύθι" (paramýthi) traditionally means "fairy tale" and ties to oral storytelling traditions, potentially reflecting Junos' cultural roots, with recent studies showing how such narratives influence modern music composition (e.g., Journal of Ethnomusicology, 2023).

PARAMYTHI (fairytale) - ΠΑΡΑΜΥΘΙ

 moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/demos

On the new EP “DEMOS” Mood Exhibit takes on an indie, progressive rock sound. The material is intended for easy digestion, with catchy riffs, crisp momentum, and a band energy. This is a new exploration in sound for ME that once again expresses a love for many styles of music. The material on DEMOS is not the destination for Mood Exhibit, but instead yet another side trip on its musical journey.

Mood Exhibit - GLIDE

My Endorphins Are Smilin' How 'Bout You? (A Love Song-sorta!)

Dream dancer

Night on Earth (Rehearsal)

Blue Crumble

Somewhat doom-laden reflection of the prospect....but cheering up, it may never come down to a rogue algorithm sparking it all off!! Hooray!......
Blues track:
Synth; Tenor saxes; Soprano saxes; flutes; alto flutes(bridge); oboes; clarinets (bass parts).
Beats and explosions c/o Garageband.

Pic. 'Silicon Cities' by Heiko Hellwig c/o Pinterest

Algorithmic - Armageddon Blues

Made with Octatrack, Tempera & Ableton Push 3

Calcium

Composer, Sound designer, Recording Artist
Electronic / Ambient / Soundscape
MUSIC FOR FILMS & TELEVISION
Original music from real synths.
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PLEASE NO PROMOTERS . I DO MY OWN !

"Fear produces money while the absence of fear creates culture"
Vangelis Papathanassiou

AI music and voice production infects human creativity and inspiration.

As a kid starting play keyboards for fun. Then I played live piano in piano bars and restaurants. During 90s also compose and recording my first audio tracks. After a 20 years break I came back with more love for music creation especialy for electronic sound.

PARAMYTHI (fairytale) - ΠΑΡΑΜΥΘΙ

CHRIS JUNOS