What a terrific song and performance, and sweet tribute to your brother and family history.

not a fair trade but bittersweet memories yield wonderful poetic blues. play on. (<:

Cool Song & Performance & Love That Guitar !!!

the music has a mad groove.. it really shows itself between the verses here.  very nice.

Great song my friend, fantastic sound, thank you !!

Loving the complexity of this song and instrumental . A fitting tribute to such an amazing musician. Terry & Hans…you’ve done it again.

Such a nice song for the memory of your brother, yes the whole account, and the song really stands out, the world probably hasn't heard such a guitar since the Woodstock festival.

Daily Drops

A summer sort of sounding track...

I've always found the transition between two worlds at sunset to be fascinating so this is my attempt to translate it into something vaguely musical :)

Sunset

After 18yrs of releasing a new song, Hostal Handshake are BACK!
Maybe just a single, maybe just an EP or maybe...an album? But we are Back! :D
#ripOzzy

Youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYcakJJnz1E
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lyrics:
This is not a drill!

Give me something to break it in two
give me glory to rule the fools
take me in your house on a big flat screen
Ready to sink you on a dark black dream

Are you ready to become a slave of me?
Corrupted government ain't gonna set u free
All these righteous pre-election pigs
are now pointing the finger for you to pay the fee

Now it's the time, this is not a drill
ain't got no privilege , got nothing to feel
Your heart is gray from the news today
only your soul left in the end to pay


(p) & (c) 2025, Hostal Handshake.

This is not a drill! (new song 2025)

'ghetto falsetto' with Harmful if Followed and sixstring mac 

Isaac and the apple:
Mac: music, lyrics and vocals
Harmful/Shane: lyrics, vocals, backups 

one man verity show:
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, backups, art 

Well the night’s effervescent and I’m on fire
Full of anti depressants to blunt my ire
Well aware of the presence of my desire
It feels very pleasant as I get higher
And I’m clad in a fashion to catch the eye
So why does everyone ignore me as I walk by
It would be a different story for a different guy
But I’ll never find the glory unless I try
So why do I lie so low 
Why don’t I let them know
Let them bask in the glow
Of my ghetto falsetto 

Most are fucked up from the drugs they take,
and don't care to interrupt all the love I make,
but I can't quite erupt so, I'll simply fake,
and make believe
that I have climaxed, because all the noise
that keeps me far from relaxed and trapped in the void, 
I've always had a clean nose but perhaps I'll toy 
with singing in falsetto. 

These streets are full of cackles and high pitched screams
A ghetto manifesto haunting my dreams
Monotone narration to a story I know
A baritone ending won’t leave me alone
I’m not crazy it’s the world around me
I’ll deal with the shit eventually 
Then get past the truth I know
That I’m too low for ghetto falsetto 

But it don’t mater how high or how low 
Unless you mean it nobody will know
All you need is the seed and the get go
Let go of the ghetto falsetto

ghetto falsetto (with Harmful if Followed and sixstring mac)

Meditation Vibration

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DNntOqxN1fi/?igsh=OWJ1M2hqZ3ozNW5j

MARTIAN WASTELAND
The Martian winds whispered across the empty plains, carrying dust like ash from an old fire. When SPACECAT landed, he knew immediately—something here was wrong. His whiskers tingled, his tail flicked. Mars wasn’t just silent. It was watching.

Shapes appeared through the red haze. Astronauts. But their suits were torn, their visors cracked—inside, nothing but pale light, shifting like smoke. They walked with jerking, unnatural steps, boots leaving no trace in the dust.

Ghosts.

The stories were true. The lost crews of Mars missions, trapped between life and death, now wandering the wasteland.

One lifted its helmet, revealing a hollow void that hissed his name:
“Sssspaaacecaaat…”

SPACECAT didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse. Probably.

Then came the sound—metal grinding against rock. A rover rolled into view, but it was twisted, warped by something beyond engineering. Its headlights burned white like empty eyes. Chains rattled as it tore across the soil, hunting.

The ghosts pointed, and the rover roared forward.

SPACECAT sprinted, claws flashing on stone, his jetpack coughing weak sparks. The rover chased close, its mechanical arm snapping inches from his tail. The ghosts drifted after, whispering in unison:

“Stay. With. Us.”

He leapt into the shadows of a crater—and there, waiting, was Zorgo. Oil on his claws, sparks in the dust, he grinned his lizard grin.
“Fixed it. Just in time. The MARS RIDER is yours.”

The machine stood ready: sleek black hull, neon veins pulsing, engines glowing like fire in the dark. It looked alive. It looked hungry.

SPACECAT dove into the cockpit. The rover crested the ridge above, screeching, its jaws widening—

FWOOOSH!

The MARS RIDER launched like a lightning strike, neon trails tearing across the wasteland. The rover gave chase, but the Rider cut sharper, faster, burning over ridges and craters. With a final burst, SPACECAT flipped a switch marked with a claw-scratch: Overdrive.

Engines screamed. The Rider leapt a canyon, fire spilling behind. The rover couldn’t follow. It fell, crashing into the abyss, its death-screech swallowed by the Martian dark.

Silence returned. But not peace.

The ghosts still stood on the plain, far behind now—hundreds of them. Their glowing visors turned, following the Rider’s path. They raised their hands in eerie unison.

SPACECAT narrowed his eyes, tail lashing as he sped into the horizon.
“They’re not gone,” he muttered. “And next time… they’ll come for me.”

The Martian night swallowed the MARS RIDER, leaving only dust and whispers in the wasteland.

Martian Wasteland

Here's my take on this Yanni's masterpiece. I've changed the original arrange in some sections to differ slightly, improvisations during the recording sessions are always full of surprises. I've added some subtle strings as an essence of Yanni's original version, no intention to copy it anyway. It wouldn't be an appropriate approach to this project, I think. It is strangely satisfying to dive into a genius mind to discover what is moving the gears inside. Yanni as a composer seems to be simple and minimalistic, but there are some quite complex twists in his compositions...

The End Of August by Yanni - piano remake

When Everything Was Ours

Heavenly Ray

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

Where are U?

Mi versión de esta potente canción del grupo de rock PIXIES.
He usado:
DAW: Cubase 14 Pro
Mastering: Ozone 11 Standard
Batería: Groove Agent 5
Plugin de sintes y bajos: HALION 7 Y KONTAKT.

My version of this powerful song by the rock group PIXIES.

I hope you like it.

Gouge Away (Pixies) COVER BY DELAFLOR

Like many others, my family tree has countless branches. One of the largest branches stretches across the Atlantic to the Parry family in Wales. I had the privilege of knowing my great-grandfather, William Parry, who studied law, worked in  Washington D.C., and made many trips to Wales throughout his life.

William’s father, Edward Parry, was born in 1842 in a small stone house in Mold, near Flint, North Wales. According to my grandmother's notes, Edward worked in a coal mine and a chemical plant before taking a job on a small freighter that sailed between Liverpool and Dublin. His time on that freighter must have sparked a desire to travel, because at 26, he arrived in North America on St. Patrick's Day, 1868. He was the only one in his immediate family to do so and quickly established a new life and new home.

Of course, I never met Edward Parry, but I've come to know him through my grandmother's notes, along with a few photos and a couple of books he purchased as a young man.  From the items he left behind, I know that he loved music and poetry, was a hard worker, and raised three kind children who made the world a better place. This composition is inspired by his life and the family I have yet to meet who still live in Wales.

From Wales

Simple Original track
Lyrics/vocals by me
Music made in GarageBand

When I was younger I sometimes got depressed. I didn't know how to handle it. But as I got older I become more known with my mind and body, and learned how to deal with it in advance, recognize the signals that came first... And I got through  :)

Lyrics:

I see the big black hole
Right in front of me
Whispering evil in my ear...
Must avoid falling into it
Have courage
Show no fear....

My heart is beating
My blood is pumping
Can I find another way.....
Feeling lost
Feeling scared
Should I run, or should I stay....?

Small steps around the hole
Falling to the ground...
So much pain as I crawl
But I got through
A new day just began....

I got through!

I Got Through (Original)

Updated 10/02/2025 Why has it been so difficult for everyone to agree that we are destroying our planet? What would it take to change the course of events? Can we finally solve these challenges without violence? Have we learned nothing from the past??? Why have we become so disconnected? 

I love this quote from Carl Sagan's book Contact: “You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.”

© ℗2025 Lyrics And Music By Brenda Doss (BMI)
Lyrics
Here we are so close  
But still so faraway
What have we lost for all
The comfort we have gained​
Such clever minds but still
We’re disconnected souls
And in my heart
I worry for the future yet untold

In a hundred years 
what will everybody say?
How could we lose 
The beauty of this place
Why does it take so long only
To open eyes to do what’s right
Maybe this is all we need
A billion six to all agree

This is my life
Half now gone by
Still there’s much time 
To make it something good yeah
I can do it 
I can be the difference
Gonna make things better
Just a little at a time

I confess my apathy
But now I am aware
I walk upon the earth 
As softly as I’ll ever dare
This thing is big
Much bigger than my life
Bigger than yours
To find solutions to our perils
They cannot be done alone

Out among the trees 
will the little children play
Or is all we leave them's 
Just a memory of this place
You and I we may be strangers
Here we are
In this together
Maybe this is all we need
Maybe this is all we need
Can seven billion all agree

Won't go lightly
Fight for something
I'll make my  life mean
Something that is good
I can do it
I can be the difference
I can make things better
Just a little at a time 
Just a little at a time,  yeah
Maybe this is all we need 
That seven billion all agree?
(Heavy sigh!)

brenda doss

A Little At A Time

My first solo song in a little bit…


Cover art by Henk Monster, CC BY 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Antarctic Dark

bouncing on something hard

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

Mountain Songs is a project dedicated to my brother Brian Reeves (aka Rocky Mountain, 1948–2012), an accomplished songwriter, guitarist and arranger.  He was the creative force behind so many of the songs on this page.  If you have time, please click for lyrics and track history. 
This is for you Bri, with love and thanks from us all.   We miss you. (Gary Reeves)

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