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GOTHIC FUNK & FRIENDS vol 1

'Everlasting War', out in April 2021, is a hybrid track, epic, dramatic, melodic, biting, gritty ... with us, as 'special guest' vocals, talented indie/alternative singer/songwriter, from US, Frankie McCabe ...
'Everlasting War' is a mixture of metal rock grooves and alternative/indie vibes.
Check it out! Turn up the volume and stay fierce!

Everlasting War ft. Frankie McCabe

The Missing was written for my parents who I lost some years ago. Anyone who has gone through grief knows that it never really leaves, although somehow you learn to cope. The lyrics came to me at a time when grief had come to visit. It's a song of thanks for, and a celebration of, the great love of my parents and an acknowledgement that sometimes, you just need to take a day. I've been told that it's one of my best songs to date and people are relating to the lyrics. The song builds and builds with a haunting chorus that sticks in your mind.  The music was composed in GarageBand and all arrangements and production is done by me.

The Missing

Angie Kuske - The Missing

Memories of a place ,  in my mind  on the softer side

Cold Creek Cafe

CRACKHEAD AT THE GO GO

Rodeo Clown

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

Connected-Interlude

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/dR5vMkboQXQ

Rempli     (Translated after the French text )

Texte      : Sanzen
Chant     : Muette
Musique : Alain Illos

Poitrine contre poitrine,
ma chair contre ta chair,
je me souviens d'un silence rempli de ton sourire.
Au seuil de l'horizon .... vivent mes songes
et nos premiers regards. et nos premiers regards.
Je n'avais étreint aucun corps,
ni laissé aucune trace dans le sable des plages.
Il n'y avait aucun enjeu. Aucune honte et
le vent nous portait.
le vent nous portait.
Là bas vit ma jeunesse remplie de ton sourire.
Là bas le temps ne passe pas. .. ne passe pas.
Je n'avais étreint aucun corps,
ni laissé aucune trace dans le sable des plages.
Au seuil de l'horizon, vivent mes rêves.
Et le temps infini.
Et le temps infini

Filled

Chest against chest,
my flesh against your flesh,
I remember a silence filled with your smile.
On the threshold of the horizon .... live my dreams
and our first glances. and our first glances.
I hadn't embraced any body,
nor left any trace in the sand of the beaches.
There was nothing at stake. No shame and
the wind carried us.
the wind carried us.
There lives my youth filled with your smile.
There time does not pass. .. does not pass.
I had embraced no body,
nor left any trace in the sand of the beaches.
On the threshold of the horizon, live my dreams.
And infinite time.
And infinite time

Rempli avec Muette

L'homme éteint

If there was only one thing we could do? Electronic music with guitar and vocals. Art work : some of my photography

One Thing

Pierre and JC Bordetti productions (c) 05/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums.
Many thanks to Anne-Lise for this beautiful photo of the island of Lanzarote.

Instrumental Jazz Fusion

Luminous cave

Luminous Cave

Can You Stay A While (FT Lxst boy)

Deep Space

Songs written, produced & performed by Lewis Addison Rudd

The Mission

Music : JT The Owl soundcloud.com/lionel-duvoy/tracks
Lyrics and vocal : Lukowig www.facebook.com/Lukowig/ twitter.com/Lukowig

Toutes ces photos accrochées
sur les murs de la chambre à coucher
ne sauront jamais aussi bien raconter
que mes propres clichés
nos instants passés (bis)

Toutes ces photos déchirées
recouvrant le plancher
de la chambre à coucher
ne me feront jamais oublier
nos instants passés (bis)

Toutes ces photos brûlées
dans l'un des cendriers 
de la chambre à coucher
ne pourront jamais effacer
nos instants passés (bis)

Our past moments [JT The Owl and Lukowig]

Born in Montreal Canada,, Musician, Singer, Songwriter,, Solo Producer of Original Music

In order to relate to your music most listeners need to be able to #pigeonhole it, if they can’t do this because you create tunes that are unique they'll likely dismiss your creativity, absorbing it years later when musicians, thinking they got there first, stumble on your sound!

I say it the way I see it, not the way THEY want me to see it!

Influenced by Gothic Music, lots of Funk, lots of Fusion, Post Industrial, Psychedelia, a smidgen of Post Punk, elements of Death and Dark Disco, traces o Trip Hop, Trap, EDM, Trance, Techno, House, Glam Rock, Nu Disco; Dub; I think you get the picture!

Cold Creek Cafe

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