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

a schizophrenic clash of distorted guitars, electronica and raw introspective lyrics that is sometimes intimate and ethereal but other times bold and anthemic where hope is locked in an eternal struggle with the darkness surrounding us. Real life meets cosmic horror 

Unknown

Tendrils of Calamity

I. Invocation of Motion
HERE WE GO — (.)
AGAIN AND AGAIN — (.)
WITH–OUT END — (—) / WITH–IN MIND — (—)

TIME IN THE BODY — (.)
BREATH IN THE SOUND — (.)
ROUND AND ROUND — (.) / THE SELF IS FOUND — (—)

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II. Pulse of Awareness
I AM THE RHYTHM — (.)
I AM THE TIDE — (.)
THE FLOW THAT KNOWS — (.) / THE TURN IN-SIDE — (—)

WHEN I MOVE, I KNOW I AM — (.)
WHEN I STOP, I KNOW I SEE — (.)
WHEN I LISTEN, I BECOME — (.) / THE SOUND OF ME — (—)

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III. The Gravity Chant
COME DOWN (.) / TO RISE UP (.) / COME IN (.) / TO SPIRAL OUT (—)
EVERY THOUGHT — A TURN ABOUT (.) / EVERY FEELING — A WAY THROUGH DOUBT (—)
NO BEGINNING (.) / NO END (.) / ONLY THE TURN (.) / ONLY THE BEND (—)

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IV. Mantra of Becoming
HERE WE GO AGAIN — (.) / AGAIN WITHOUT END — (—)
A BREATH BECOMES A WAVE — (.) / A WAVE BECOMES A FRIEND — (—)
LIGHT BENDS (.) / SOUND TURNS (.) / MIND LEARNS (—)
EVERY LOOP (.) / IS HOW LOVE RETURNS (—)

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V. Closing Refrain (call & echo)
CALL: “ARE YOU HERE?”
REPLY: “I AM.”
CALL: “ARE YOU AWARE?”
REPLY: “I CAN.”
CALL: “ARE YOU READY?”
REPLY: “WE BEGAN.”

HERE WE GO AGAIN (—)
AND AGAIN (—)
WITH–OUT END (—)

(repeat until the crowd breathes in sync — the final echo fades with a heartbeat pulse and soft chime)

Here We Go Again (And Again Without End) ...and again

Pestilent - alternate pop

a concept album, kind of, inspired by HP Lovecraft's History Of The Necronomicon... a fusion of rock, doom, metal, trip hop and ambient thrown together with some Middle Eastern spice

The Death Of Alhazred

El mar reclama su propiedad

Tracklist:

1. Mascarpone Dub - Lichi Flowers
2. Gradientes - Deemkeyne
3. Asteroid Killer - SND & RTN
4. Viridis - Federsen
5. M6 - A-side - untitled - Maurizio
6. Clock - Dean DeCosta
7. Are You Ready Ralph - Prince of Denmark
8. Prypjat - Prince of Denmark
9. Circles - Forest Drive West
10. Primam Partem - Seabra Monkey
11. V4 - Vril
12. Papillon - Van Bonn
13. Vortex - Ben Buitendijk
14. Luminescent- Rod Modell
15. Site 312 - Marko Fürstenberg
16. Runout - Grad_U
17. This Side of Paradise (Salz Dub) - Salz
18. Transistor - Stefan Gubatz
19. Landscape 2 - Gradient
20. Monochrome - Stef Rijs & Daan Kemp
21. Surface 1 (Ohrwert Alter) - Grad_U 
22. Benthos - Hess & Harrison
23. Nada Reïncarnation - Evigt Mörker 
24. Scurrier- Luigi Tozzi
25. EV-5 - Grad_U 
26. Aquos B - Sasaki Hiroaki
27. SciFi - David Hausdorf 

Vertigo Dreams

El evangelio de judas

Pegaso alas del destino

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► Lyrics ◄
They say I gotta buy buy buy
My credit card is gonna die
The mall is packed with desperate guys
I don't wanna stand in line

Christmas credit
I don't get it
(Don't get it, don't get it)
Christmas credit
Forget it
(Forget it, forget it)

My mom wants something from the store
My boss expects a gift for sure
I'm broke but everyone wants more
I can't afford this anymore

Christmas credit
I don't get it
(Don't get it, don't get it)
Christmas credit
Forget it
(Forget it, forget it)

Wrap it up and make it nice
Put a bow on paradise
Spend your money pay the price
Do it once then do it twice

Christmas credit
I don't get it
(Don't get it, don't get it)
Christmas credit
Forget it
(Forget it, forget it)

I don't want it
I don't want it
I don't want it
(Ooh-wee-ooh!)

Christmas Credit

"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?