“4 Stars - Q Recommends”
- Q magazine

From the album Strange Part of the Country:

w/ Grammy-winner Tchad Blake (Tom Waits, Elvis Costello), and bass legend Danny Thompson (Robert Plant, Nick Drake)

"One of the most original artists out there"
- Blues Matters magazine

Time Settles - Lyrics: 

And the decision made a hole, a vacancy in a vital inner chamber in my bones
This is what finally separated me from all my friends for whom I became skeletal

Time settles over me
Time settles over me 

And then the places I visit became the same inside world that I thought I was in
And like a fly scribbling the air I know neither the place nor what the hour is

Time settles over me
Time settles over me

And I, far off inside, was old

And now the years are closing in, each minute the last minute and following me

Time Settles

With a vocal that's raw and honest, B of Briz confronts and consoles in this alt hip hop contemplation. In this melancholic retrenchment with a driving bassline, B asks: what happens when stuff’s gone really badly wrong? How do we resist and recover and regroup?  With broken beats, 'Profoundly sick society' is a dark and dystopic acknowledgment that's also full of hope.

Profoundly sick society

Tenement Tragedy

“ZELURE” explores a blurred space between memory and sound, a digital lullaby woven with analog textures and ambient layers.

With an estimated BPM of 76 and no percussion to lead the way, it floats through stereo-widened pads, granulated synths, and soft harmonic movements. Designed for late-night reflection, silent walks, or immersive headphone moments.

Genre: Ambient Electronica / Lo-fi Dreamscape / Granular Minimalism
Mood: Introspective / Nocturnal / Ethereal / Nostalgic

ZELURE

Jazz nocturne 8:14:25

The light recedes,
A final gleam.
The forest pleads
In a waking dream.
The ancient trees ascend,
To shadow and to night,
A silent, waiting friend
Born of the fading light.

Oh, the silence weaves,
A silence, deep and true.
An angel's wing believes,
This silence, holding you.
My heart grows vast, beyond all time,
Lost in the silent, sacred rhyme,
Lost in the silent rhyme.

The moss so deep,
The ground so cool.
A dream to keep
Beside the pool
Of memory, unseen,
A truth and whispered scene
While all the ages slept.

Oh, the silence weaves,
A silence, deep and true.
An angel's wing believes,
This silence, holding you.
My heart grows vast, beyond all time,
Lost in the silent, sacred rhyme,
Lost in the silent rhyme.

Is there a name for this I feel?
Where do my senses stray?
I lose myself in something real
And softly fade away.
A breath, a glance, a holy space,
I am no longer in this place.

Oh, the silence weaves,
This silence breathes in me.
The angel's wing now weaves
My soul for all to see.
My heart is vast, it knows no time,
I am the silent, sacred rhyme,
I am the silent rhyme.

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

Lost In The Silent Rhyme

Beautiful Girls

Big Thanks Guys that you do this with me,
Love it so much my Friends.
Guitarr _ Toreben Schmitt
Saxophon _ Joerxworks https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Bass is taken from Akai Funk Bass Collection
Keys - Ratzzz im Fuchs Anzug

Lunatics 245 / Plastic People / Schmitt - Joerxworks & Ratzzz

Shadows And Sparks

Desert of Mirrors

The desert reflects like broken glass. Silence turns into a mirror where the traveler meets his own shadow.

The desert stretches, endless wide,
A mirror of shadows where secrets hide.
Each step echoes, a fragile sound,
In silence of nowhere, truth is found.

The sands reflect, the sky deceives,
The heart remembers what the eye believes.

In the desert of mirrors, we wander alone,
Searching for faces we’ve already known.
Every reflection a story untold,
Every illusion a truth to behold.

The horizon bends, the light divides,
Time dissolves in shifting tides.
Mirages whisper, fragile and near,
The soul awakens when the path is clear.

Through the glass of the burning air,
I see myself waiting there.

In the desert of mirrors, we wander alone,
Searching for faces we’ve already known.
Every reflection a story untold,
Every illusion a truth to behold.

The silence breaks, the shadows fall,
The desert of mirrors reveals it all.


Desert of Mirrors

Oh_That_Christ_May_Make_His_Home_My_Heart. 🌹🌱🌺  Oh_ Señor _Haz_ hoy _Tu hogar _en _mi. 🌹🎻🎶

I'm now taking a six-week digital detox vacation.
We'll see and hear from each other again in 2026!
Happy Holidays!

"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?