Super cool production! Sparks of ear candy cleverly placed along the journey.

You got a bit of a bond flavour here. Maybe the sudden bursts?

Love that Wurly!  Tops sparse arraongement!

Complex arrangement, outstanding chorus, fine work mate

mate this is great, i can see the story unfolding

Words & Music by Netta&McGill; a wee tune that came together while visiting in Brisbane :)

If Only

wanted to cover Katrina and the waves -too happy- i  had to minor the shit out of it - changed the lyrics to make it a break up song -hope u enjoy

I used to think maybe you loved me now babe I'm unsure
Expect me to wait for the day when you knock on my door
Now everytime I reach for my phone gotta sit myself down
'Cause I just can't wait till you text me you're coming around
I'm walking on sunshine, 
I'm walking on sunshine, 
I'm walking on sunshine, 
And don't it feel good!


I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that’s not  true
And I don't want to spend my whole life, just waiting for you
I don't want u back for the weekend
Not back for a day, 
I really don’t want you back dont expect me to stay

I'm walking on sunshine
I'm walking on sunshine,
I'm walking on sunshine,
and dont it feel good

I feel alive, I feel alive, I leave the love that wasnt  real
I feel alive, I feel alive, I leave the love that wasnt real
and dont it feel good

walking on sunshine -purpleclaire (cover)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Eternal Love

Wasn't happy with the lead work so I rerecorded it today, hope you enjoy, feedback greatly appreciated 

Rest for the Restless

At ad21, we are delighted to present Piano Whispers 01, a unique compilation celebrating Piano Day 2025 (March 29). This album brings together 51 talented pianists from around the world, each contributing their artistic vision to the neoclassical piano music landscape.

Russian pianist Anastasiya Ihnatovich crafts a beautifully serene and hypnotic piece, where tenderness and emotion intertwine effortlessly. Delicate yet deeply evocative, her composition invites the listener into a space of introspection and inner peace.

Piano Whispers 01

À Milli

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À Milli - Anastasiya Ihnatovich

A reload of a song about the passage of time and wondering it you have perhaps let life slide by. Melancholy turned up to 11.
Lyrics
I'm 57 years old now, its hard to believe I know
Where the hell did these years all go?
I hesitate and prevaricate, capitulate and procrastinate
Where the hell does that leave me now

They say that he who hesitates is lost
Well i have found that out and it's to my cost

Standing at the station with one foot on the train
But I step off and watch it roll away
Just watch the lights as they fade away

They say that he who hesitates is lost
Well i've found that out and it's to my cost..

I put off 'til tomorrow what I can do today
But today will soon be yesterday and tomorrow'll be today
So where does that leave me
Well somehow it seems
Between the devil and the deep blue sea....

57 years old now it's hard to believe I know
Where the hell did these years all go?
Where the hell have these years all gone.........?

He Who Hesitates

This one is "Bodice Ripper", it tells the archetypal love story.
I particularly like the chord progression, and some of the melodic motifs.
I wrote it origanally as a song, so if any celtic-style vocalists want to record it, let me know.
The gender of the narative can easily be adjusted for a female vocalist.

The Tryst

A shipwreck survivor
I wash to these shores,
Just a hapless soldier,
Weary from the wars.
With mercy, they take me in,
That I might be restored,
Yet my thankless heart still wants for more.

She comes like an angel,
Bearing a tray,
Oh lady
Bide awhile, I pray.
Smiling she wipes my brow,
And jests about it all,
Into that moment we both fall…

We tryst like thieves in the dead of night,
Fearing the break of day,
We kiss and swoon into delight,
And then we must be away…
Hush now Love, let fate be kind,
Hasten now, don’t look behind.

Alone and in darkness she comes in disguise,
Oh lady,
I recognise those eyes.
Caught in a breathless trap
Whilst men seek us as prey,
Hurry now for we must be away.

We flee like thieves in the dead of night
Fearing the break of day,
One kiss, one swoon into delight,
Now there is a price to pay.

I will return, should fate kind,
Hasten now, don’t look behind….


The Tryst

This is my entry for Round 4 of the "Spintunes" contest (spoiler: sadly I didn't win 😭) The prompt/challenge was to "write and record a song inspired by the painting, Water Fox by the artist Madeline Owen".

In Japanese folklore, Kitsune are mischievous fox spirits known particularly for their ability to shapeshift. Handily, there is a river variety, which is what came to mind when I was saw Madeline’s painting.

(Cover image: Water Fox © Madeline Owen - https://collierwest.com/collections/madeline-owen / https://www.instagram.com/looselyassembled/)

LYRICS

Once there was a woodcutter’s son
Living alone, deep in the forest
Barely spared a word for anyone
In ten long years (or so it was said)
And every day
He would pray
Down by the river

The river ran fast and deep
Its banks were steep and slick with mud
The woodcutter’s son once had a wife
Carried away by those treacherous currents
And every day
He sang the name
Of the river spirit

Kitsune, why d’ya take my baby
Why d’ya take my baby away
Kitsune, why d’ya take my baby
Why d’ya take my baby away

One day he came back to his home
And there stood his wife, in the lengthening shadows
She said, “I can return every night
But when I depart, you must swear not to follow”
Then down he fell
Beneath her spell
And sang to the river

Kitsune, now you brought my baby
Now you brought my baby back
Kitsune, now you brought my baby
Now you brought my baby back

I lost my lover at the water’s edge
I’m never gonna lose her
Never gonna lose her again

The lure of curiosity grew
The woodcutter’s son could bear it no longer
Silently he traced her steps
To the muddy bank, where he lost her forever
In the pale blue dawn
She took the form
Of the river spirit

Kitsune, why d’ya take my baby
Why d’ya take my baby away
Kitsune, why d’ya take my baby
Why d’ya take my baby away

Kitsune, Kitsune, Kitsune
Kitsune, Kitsune, Kitsune
Kitsune, why d’ya take my baby
Why d’ya take my baby away
From me

Kitsune

Back to celebrating great Americans, this time we set out to honour three of them at once. 
Robert "Bobby" Sharp, who wrote this song, Ray Charles, who first recorded it in 1961, and finally Joe Cocker who's 1987 cover probably became the most well known rendition.

Guitar by my son Gideon.
We hope  you'll enjoy our take on this classic.

Unchain my heart (Bobby Sharp - Giddy and Rob Jam)

"i'm not a violent dog, i don't know why i bite"

On Purpose

Half-British, half-Japanese, South London-based singer-songwriter and producer. Indie pop, rock and blues. Thank you for listening!

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