The world spins fast, and you spun faster, little friend. 
With a tracker on your hand to prove the busy end.
 You tried to climb the ladder, leaf by frantic leaf, 
Measuring your movement, chasing fleeting brief relief.

 Oh, little Sloth, stop rushing by. 
What are you running from, beneath the endless sky? 
Slow down, slow down, let the wildness mend. 
The work not done is the sweetest dividend.

 The motivation podcast whispered low and keen, 
"Optimize your minutes, be the best you've ever been."
 You learned to hate the quiet, despised the long deep nap, 
Fearing life was passing, caught within a quicksand trap. 
The forest stood so patient, whispering of grace, 
But you only heard the ticking, speeding up your pace.

 Oh, little Sloth, stop rushing by. 
What are you running from, beneath the endless sky? 
Slow down, slow down, let the wildness mend. 
The work not done is the sweetest dividend.

 Then exhaustion claimed you, soft as moss upon the wood. 
You collapsed, a heavy fruit, understood, 
And for forty-eight sweet hours you lay in velvet dark. 
The heart beat down to stillness, hitting its truest mark.

 And when your eyes awoke to the soft familiar air, 
The numbers on the screen no longer spoke of care. 
You breathed the simple truth the wind had brought to town: 
The greatest deed accomplished was when you simply let it all fall down.

 Oh, little Sloth, stop rushing by. 
We are all running, beneath the endless sky. 
Slow down, slow down, let the wildness mend. 
Slow is not failure - slow is free in the end. 
The work not done is the sweetest dividend.

 To simply… stop and… be. 
The sweetest dividend.

Homo Animalis

The Hyperactive Sloth

"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?