Great performance of a pleasant and wonderful jam

Harmonica always makes me happy; that paired with train sounds... and my imagine runs wild. :)

Wow. Great vocals. I believe I've heard the first vocalist on my favorite bi-weekly web radio show... 'Anything Goes'. :D

That was wonderful. Nice work, my friends.

fantastic effects and voice overs, train effects. cool guitar when it kicks in. harmonica superb. vocals complement somg.

Intermède est un moment de divertissement musical.
Interlude is a moment of musical entertainment.

INTERMEDE Patrick Picault

Ghost Train

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers: All instruments, arrangement and production.

Einstein determined that time is relative and that the rate at which it passes depends on your frame of reference.  Now I’m not saying that I’m much of a scholar of his work but what I do know is that when the Covid pandemic was at it’s height and we were all confined to our homes, many of those that I spoke to didn’t even know where in the week we were, let alone the time of day, so yer man Einstein probably had a point.

This song was written long before the pandemic surfaced and came during telephone and email conversations I had with my two fellow Cripple Club garage band members, Gary and Hans . For example, I was chatting to Gal one day when he said “You know, I just can’t get the hang of time, these days.  Weeks seem to just merge into each other”. 

On the very same day, Hans sent me an email in which he stated "I’m really struggling to get the hang of time at the moment…” As someone who spends much of his time at home anyway, the two ‘hang of time’ statements did resonate with me and therefore carried an intriguing synchronicity.  I’m not someone who thinks these things have any mystical significance but the fact that they had both used precisely the same expression on the same day certainly placed the idea for this song in my mind.

Thanks again to Hans for taking the concept and formulating it so brilliantly into his arrangement for the song.  And many thanks to you for listening.
(Terry Reeves)

I just can’t get the hang of time
Tomorrow seemed a million miles behind
And yet a date turns up in front of mind
What more to remember or try to find

I just can’t get the hang of time

Another month goes by without a breath
Although breathing in moves me to the left
Time to the right can cause calendar theft
Pitching very low sounds to a musical clef

I just can’t get the hang of time

No shaking up time without showing my age
As click track continues keep missing the page
Never losing my temper but cheating a rage
There is never a tempo that keeps sounds in a cage

I just can’t get the hang of time (Repeat)

BREAK

Qualified people pointing a direction to live
Not one understands why I’m mentally captive
Each box with a tick but the time doesn’t give
My Individual need making all words so inactive

I just can’t get the hang of time

A window reflection shows a man with a beard 
Tuesday or Wednesday? All days disappeared
I just can’t get the hang of time
It wasn’t meant to be an ageing skill of mine.

I just can’t get the hang of time

THE HANG OF TIME - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Finally working the Volca Drum back into the mix after not having used it for a little while. I like the lofi effect it gives the drum beat. With this track I leaned a little heavier into the Vital VST I've been experimenting with, also used the old minilogue and microfreak. Thanks for listening!

Homeostatic Imbalance

Morning fog, the sun is already fighting its way through, a new day begins! 
The original photo was taken in october 2022 of the Warsaw Bridge in Berlin by Germaine.
_F R E E__D O W N L O A D_ but if you want you can buy the digital title in high quality at the following link(which of course would make me even more happy): https://crumius.bandcamp.com/track/morning-fog

Morning Fog

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Vocals, guitar, and production by Caris Chapman @caris-chapman
Lyrics by Sarah Lettes

Lyrics:
I wanna climb
To the bottom of a song
And scrape up all the feeling

I wanna fly
To the edge of every prayer
An watch those words start healing

Sorrow grows on sorrow
Like moss grows on a stone
Still I roll on
Hope tomorrow
Tomorrow I’ll be home
Someday I’ll be home
I hope someday I’ll be home

I wanna crawl
Into the space between the lines
And know just what you’re thinkin

I wanna hold
Your heart right where it is
And keep that thing from sinkin

I wanna look all my fears right in the face
And shake all their cold hands

I wanna spin
The world just like a top
And see just where my life lands

Sorrow grows on sorrow
Like moss grows on a stone
Still I roll on
Hopin tomorrow
Tomorrow I’ll be home
Someday I’ll be home
Someday I’ll be home

Edge of Hope

Last minute Christmas-ish song, written when I was supposed to be doing something else - but at least I have posted something this year now.

Many thanks to Jonathan Beckenstein for his extremely helpful feedback on an earlier mix of this track.
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People hurry home
Against the cold
They crowd below
In metro stations

A small child stands transfixed
By Christmas lights
Despite the wind speed and
Direction

The eternal now
The eternal now

The circumpolar low
The wind blown snow
The coniferous tree
Exception

An accident prevented by
An angel on the
Roof tops
Intervention

[Repeat chorus]

[Repeat verse]

[Repeat chorus]
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Produced arranged composed performed recorded & mixed (inexpertly) by Wheelwright in bedroom.
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Original image (detail) Nicolas Gras https://unsplash.com/@armgd
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14th November 2023: Replaced with a hopefully better mixed version also with some changes/fixes for the piano part in places.

The Eternal Now

i’ve got a hot foot, i’ve got to drive all night
gonna’ drive like crazy til i feel all right
drive like crazy til i feel all right
beep beep, beep beep, beep beep. oh yeah yeah
baby some night i’ll get where i’m going to
maybe some night i’ll forget about you.
i drove fifty thousand miles in my car last year
never leave the city, never leave third gear
i only drive at night and always alone
i sleep all day i don’t answer the phone.
chorus
i don’t look in the mirror and i don’t look back
keep the doctors away cuz i don’t drive fast
i don’t need my medicine i’ve got my car
you can find me when i’m lost i won’t drive far.

written by naldo,  produced & performed by kid otari
drums by Emu-drumulator
mastered by guillaume
0225W2 & SFX Shorten

cover art by Steve à la Basquiat Davy

Beep Beep

Short song on thuesday night

When my songwriting friend Colin Macduff (find his beautiful debut album 'The Past and the Sky" here: https://www.birnamcdshop.com/product/colin-macduff/) shared his poem 'The Rope', I asked if he'd mind if I tried to put a melody to it.

I did. This is the demo version which I'm hoping to record in a studio soon. There's an accompanying video created with footage from my phone: https://studio.youtube.com/video/yhxZxWGo0wY/edit


The Rope

Coiled, crossed, entangled in a corner
Old and wise and silent, silent as a snake
Left aside beside the new, unwanted
You dream of hands, the touch, their grip, their shape

Once you ran the span and moored our vessels
Safe between the capstan, the capstan and the quay
Once you were the rope that held us steady
Once you were the rope that cast us free

The push the pull, the swing, lasso and ladder
The tug of war when we were in our teens
The give, the take, that bound us all together
The start, the end, the knot, the way and means

Life line, last line, frayed and poorly
In my hand your strands so soft, soft and slack
In my dreams you’re running on beside me
With me all the long way – the long way out and back
With me all the long way – the long way out and back

© C Macduff & S Barr 2023

The Rope - Demo

I wanted to make another song with Her Majesty The Blues Queen... then she posted  "Loco Howl"... I instantly loved it. The lyrics are "Chris Cool", I just moaged the track up a little... so here's another breathtaking episode from the true life of Chris O and Moag.
That "Steamin' Hot Mama" is on further tracks here : https://soundcloud.com/chris-okunbor

LOCO HOWL

Whoo Hoo Whoo Hoo Whoo Hoo

She’s gearin’ up to rumble down the line
Carriage is-a-rusty but her engine’s prime
Rollin rhythms make the dust clouds churn
Ah she’s a steamin’ hot mama with the hellfire burn

Hooter screamin’ wheels are rattlin‘
Shakin’ wailin’ out her pain
There ain’t no snow storm wild enough
to take the shine off this train
Lord nothing can take the shine off this train

I’ve got (she‘s got) the Loco Growl

You know this engine can shuffle slide and growl
The jellyroll blues with a loco howl
Rollin’ rhythms make the crankshafts turn
mmm mmm, ah red hot rockin with a hellfire burn 

See her gearin’ to rumble down the line
Carriage is-a-rusty but her engine’s prime
Rollin’ rhythms make the dust clouds churn
She’s a steamin’ hot mama with the hellfire burn

Lord... got the Loco Howl
I’ve got (she’s got) the Loco Growl Grrr
That train she rides got a hellfire burn
Got the Loco Howl Owww
I’ve got (she’s got) the Loco Growl

Whoo Hoo Whoo Hoo Whoo Hoo

Chris O & mOag - lOcO hOwl

Bad keys, shaky shakers, 
acoustic and tremolo guitars... 
I try to not grill ALL of these ingredients
ALL of the time... but it’s hard.

Chris O & mOag - lOcO hOwl

man On a grill

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