Production Note
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/spa-music.html

Spa Music (Low Frequency Therapy）

This one is played and recorded straight after sleeping in the late saturday afternoon. 
The guitar is cheap fan fretted 8-string electric guitar.
This is the first recording with it.
The signal route:
-FMR Audio RNLA7239
-Seymour Duncan Silver Lake Reverb
-Flamma FS07 Cab
-Tascam DP-006 Recorder

8 - String Improvisation 03122022

This instrumental piece is dedicated to those buried in the 6,000 year old chambered cairn known as Greadal Fhinn in the Scottish Highland peninsula of Ardnamurchan. In a remote windswept area (the most westerly on the British mainland)the cairn is said to be the burial place of the Viking chieftain Ketill Flatnefr ('flatnose') who fled Norway in 888 AD and became known locally as Caithil Fin. 
On his death the sagas relate the use of this ancient site as his last resting place. Who knows what ceremonies were performed there in his honour or the rites and rituals for the dead in the millennia prior to the demise of old 'Flatnose'....

Pic: the main stone 'cist' which remains of the cairn entrance - evidence also suggests there was once a large stone circle around the 22 metre burial site.

Greadal Fhinn Stomp

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Lead Vocal
Gary Reeves: Drums / Backing Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Having been born in the 1950s and then being a child and teenager of the potentially optimistic 1960s it has been monumentally depressing to see the outbreak of hostilities in Europe. The fall of the Berlin Wall and ensuing disintegration of the Soviet Union certainly gave rise to the now mistaken assumption that the Cold War really was coming to an end.  Perhaps we didn’t focus as closely as we should on the bigger picture... 

It probably hasn’t escaped your attention that to a large extent, the world would appear to be on something of a downward curve. The rich get richer, the poor and powerless are simply ground into the dust, merely collateral damage to an insatiable hunger for power.  I could write an extensive list of exactly where this is happening alongside those I believe to be responsible and do not for a moment doubt that you, dear reader, could do the same.  But why say what others have more eloquently said already?  Only a complete and utter fool would even try. 

Not so long ago, I was playing a few of my favourite Beatles’ tunes and as these things have a habit of doing, a melody somehow manifested itself out of nowhere.  Before long, I found myself singing the words "Not Back in the USSR", which seemed to fit rather nicely.  Until that point, I'd had no intention of writing a song about the war in Ukraine at all.  Nonetheless, that is precisely what I did. 

Of course, I blame Hans & Gal for taking my inoffensive little protest song and turning it into the Heavy Rock anthem presented to you here. Honest guv’nor, it's nothing to do with me.  
With love to you all, 
Terry Reeves

A dictator from the Soviet Union 
Head way back in the USSR
Groomed by Kremlin to be cold
Can’t believe how unlucky you are

War a crime, without a question 
Killing people never has a right
Prefer dictatorship to democracy 
A single thought, one single swipe 

Is there a chance to find a way?
Is this the end of yesterday?
Why can’t the Russian people stand up and have their say?

Not back in the USSR
You don’t know how lucky you are…..boy

No battle will ever stop a tyrant
Increasing lies to a single mind
One way to remove a madman 
Persuade blind not to follow the blind

Thousands of missiles kill the living 
Destruction of a joined up past 
No corridor exit to help survival 
Reduce Ukrainians so very fast

Is there a chance to find a way?
Is this the end of yesterday? 
Why can’t the Russian people stand up and have their say?

Not back in the USSR
You don’t know how lucky you are……..girl

Kremlin closing every single door
No friendships for one hundred years or more

No winning a war of destruction 
Your isolation will eventually find
History remembers unlawful killers
A true reflection of dictator's mind

Destroying chance to understand 
Killing life with no second thought
The Kremlin must face investigation 
A vast creation of lies to all, in short
 
Is there a chance to find a way?
Is this the end of yesterday? 
Why can’t the Russian people stand up and have their say?

Not back in the USSR
You don’t know how lucky you are
Not back in the USSR
You don’t know how lucky you are...

NOT BACK IN THE USSR - CRPPLE CLUB

T-Pensées

Golden Days

Recording sessions from 07/09/2023 - 09/09/2023.
4 tracks MOOG Modular (vst Arturia),
3 tracks Spark2 (vst Arturia),
1 track DX7 (vst Arturia),
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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In a basement completely sheltered from noise and the outside world, without telephones or internet, I was able to reasonably compose around fifteen titles without any interference. This isolation will remain a beneficial event in more than one way.

Dans un sous-sol complètement à l'abri du bruit et du monde extérieur, sans téléphone ni internet, j'ai pu raisonnablement composer une quinzaine de titres sans aucune interférence. Cet isolement restera un événement bénéfique à plus d’un titre.
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
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❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

07-09-2023

07 09 2023

While I was making this song, I just couldn't help but crave Baumkuchen...

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline
This song is scheduled to be included in the upcoming new album 'Matte Black'.
In the new album, I'm experimenting with my own interpretation of Black music.
Photo By Nenrinya

Baumkuchen

Already Chosen

An attack on false leaders and fragile thrones – no empire built on lies will last

Falling Idols


Can you hear it, the whisper in the wind?
A shadow rising, the walls grow thin.
They march through cities, through smoke and fear,
A quiet storm you’ve tried to steer.

SOCIALISM IN THE BLOOD… SOCIALISM IN THE BLOOD…
The streets are alive tonight.
SOCIALISM IN THE BLOOD… SOCIALISM IN THE BLOOD…
The FLAG is FLYING, RED and bright.

From grief and toil, from silent cries,
They rise beneath your hollow skies.
You sell, you buy, but you can’t contain
The restless hearts that break your chains.

SOCIALISM IN THE BLOOD… SOCIALISM IN THE BLOOD…
The streets are alive tonight.
SOCIALISM IN THE BLOOD… SOCIALISM IN THE BLOOD…
The FLAG is FLYING, RED and bright.

Hear the centuries, deaf and blind,
A cry through darkness, shaking time.
No mercy, no pardon, no retreat,
The world awakens beneath their feet.

Rich men tremble, the night descends,
Your gilded cages, your shallow friends.
We are flesh, we are the fire,
The world reborn from your desire.

SOCIALISM IN THE BLOOD… SOCIALISM IN THE BLOOD…
The streets are alive tonight.
SOCIALISM IN THE BLOOD… SOCIALISM IN THE BLOOD…
The FLAG is FLYING, RED and bright.


IN THE BLOOD

In the late 1940’s in the Fulham\Hammersmith area there used to be a club that would raise money for people with disabilities. The club itself would have various activities which a large number involved live music. The name itself was created by the local people who used the club as there main place of entertainment. When my mother in law told me all about it the club and its name I was sold. It seemed to suit me and my brother for so many reasons.

NOT BACK IN THE USSR - CRPPLE CLUB

CrippleClub