This is a true story: 
On November 23, 1977, Debbie Harry and Blondie performed in a concert at the Radio Bremen studio in my hometown of Bremen. The audience consisted of only 20 people, including me, just 18 years old. 
Nobody here at the time knew what a great band they were and that they would conquer the world.

There is a recording of this performance, which can be found on YouTube: https://youtu.be/3aWsq0ykFfE?si=5MbzDK7DoPm7PiOg


Bremen town, a foggy night
November cold, but the lights were bright
Radio station, Studio Three
You were gonna be on TV
Just eighteen, a nervous kid
Didn't know the history we did
Platinum blonde, a punk-rock queen
The coolest thing I'd ever seen!

The room was small, not even packed
Twenty kids in a TV act
The camera pans, "Now look alive!"
"Pretend there's more than twenty-five!"
You hit the stage, a sonic wave
For the tiny, secret crowd you gave
Your everything, we loved the sound
On that forgotten German ground.

No photograph from 'seventy-seven
No polaroid of teenage heaven
But fifty years, a flash of light
A.I. makes the memory bright
It's a fake selfie, yeah I know
But in my heart, it's our first show
Me and Debbie, side-by-side
Got nothing to prove and nothing to hide.

You thought the ocean was just down the street
Made us all smile, oh that was sweet
A moment lost in time, no trace...
Until the A.I. puts a smile on my face
Yeah, I know it isn't true
A pixel-perfect me and you
But the feeling's real, it takes me back
To that sound, that new wave track.

No photograph from 'seventy-seven
No polaroid of teenage heaven
But fifty years, a flash of light
A.I. makes the memory bright
It's a fake selfie, yeah I know
But in my heart, it's our first show
Me and Debbie, side-by-side
Got nothing to prove and nothing to hide.

No photograph from 'seventy-seven
No polaroid of teenage heaven
But fifty years, a flash of light
A.I. makes the memory bright
No photograph from 'seventy-seven
No polaroid of teenage heaven
But fifty years, a flash of light
A.I. makes the memory bright
So bright...

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Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, Apple's GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Sound Studio, Ozone 11, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

A.I. Makes The Memory Bright

Dust devils dance
Across this barren land
No water no food
Just memories in my hand
Of your sweet face

The sun it beats
My strength retreats

Without you
I can't breathe true
Without you
Life fades from view
Without you
What can I do

Rattlesnake bites
The vultures circle high
My throat burns
Underneath a pitiless sky
The end it nears

Remember the rain
Remember the fire
Remember the pain
Remember desire
It's all the same

Without you
I can't breathe true
Without you
Life fades from view
Without you
What can I do

What can I do

Without you
I can't breathe true
Without you
Life fades from view
Without you
What can I do

Voices upon awakening

Without you

As i lie here soaking up the sun, the sand outlines the way the river runs.

Soaking up the Sun

K-Retrograde Motion

Descending Points

Psychological bias

Old Record

Karate, the Japanese martial art — now colliding with Rock! I combined a uniquely intriguing concept with the classic essence of hard rock.

Rock Meets Karate

This is a remix of the original track, Through the Cosmos. I've added vocals and rearranged the orchestration for a more ethereal feel.

Through the Cosmos

Through the Cosmos REMIX

Thanks to David, the friend responsible for Hand on the Rock, I realized that the possibilities for making songs are as many as one's interests. Believe it or not, I wasn't aware of that. At least, I didn't see myself capable of doing it. Effortlessly, which is how I like to do everything, this song came to me, and here it is. I hope you like it. In this case, it's Spanish actor José Bódalo, a true legend of the theater, film, and television world. Little known internationally, he was, however, a true giant in his profession. He died in 1985.

J.B., the best thing on T.V.

The Earth Love - Remixes

Roots of Life (Remix)

"Redder" is a palindrome. Like "racecar" or "level". These pieces of music ain't.

My name is Volker Redder, online I go by "docredder." It all came about because I studied biology and computer science for a long time and received my doctorate as the crowning achievement of my academic career.
As a child, I sang Bach in the church's „Knabenchor Unser Lieben Frauen“ because my mother thought it was good for my soul. And it was, until, thanks to an excellent teacher, I realized that music is like mathematics. After that, I loved not only music but also mathematics and all sciences based on mathematics: physics, biology, chemistry, computer science. So, I went straight into the natural sciences and engineering. Yes, I studied a lot. However, a university career wasn't for me. I wanted to monetize the findings of the various sciences (you can't live on air and love alone) and founded over a dozen companies. Because who wants life to follow a clear formula? I certainly didn't. In addition to adventurous entrepreneurship, the subsequent career in politics (German Bundestag), and a growing family, I was constantly picking up the guitar or keyboard, which is what you do when you want to escape the chaos of everyday life.
Should I say I'm a virtuoso? No. That would be a lie. I'm just too lazy for that. Laziness, or in modern parlance, "efficiency," is a principle for me. And so I founded my "own studio," consisting of a lot of electronics and software. The hipsters call it DIY. I call it "not wanting to act like a big shot and book expensive recording studios." I'm a one-man orchestra, a chef-d'oeuvre who spends all day producing pop, rock, indie, and ambient mishmash until he finally finds it he likes. My menu? Pink Floyd, Genesis, Supertramp, Muse, Zappa, Miles Davis, and many more. Yes, all at once. I told you: mishmash.
There are guys who write music to become famous. Then there's me. I write music to keep myself from going crazy. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes there's melancholy in it, sometimes it's stories from literature or something sci-fi. Or from Tinder dates my daughters have told me. I mean, who hasn't wondered what "being in Tinder light" is? Exactly. I wrote it down. I use everything I can get my hands on: GarageBand, samples, my voice, AI voices, Udio, VirtualDJ, everything! I don't care if purists say it's no longer art. It doesn't matter, the main thing is that my music feels like a window you can look out of and discover something new again and again.
Every song becomes a little adventure. Sometimes I start with a line, sometimes with a feeling I can't shake. It's like an escape from reality, except in the end, there's no escape. And that's a good thing. This is how I stay grounded. Okay, grounded isn't the right word either. Let me put it this way: I've stayed true to myself. And I'm grateful for everyone who listens, shares, or comments.
It makes me feel like I'm not completely alone in this madness. So if you also like songs that don't follow the rules, I'd be happy if you joined in. After all, the world is crazy enough.
You have to fight that with music. I mean, that's logical, right?