Electric City.

For this song I was trying to write something with some 70’s sounding wah-wah guitar and originally wanted some dance/disco feel to the track. I ended up adding a brass section when I needed a ‘hook’ for the song. This reminded me a quite a bit of those Herb Alpert records from the 60’s which I hope explains the title. The result ended up a lot less disco but I hope makes for an interesting listen perhaps!

Waiting For Alpert

stomp to the funk (vocal v 4)

Strangers

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ABANDONED

Melancholy Dream

In Far Realms

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

Prospect Conspiracy [demo]

highway

Le texte est composé d'extraits de deux poèmes tiré du dernier recueil, Rythmes, de la poétesse Andrée Chedid, mère de Louis Chedid et de Mathieu Chedid ( "M" pour son nom de musicien). Pour dire notre difficulté d'apprivoiser l'idée de notre mortalité toujours en route, je ne connais pas plus belle expression que celle de ce poème : "sans me hâter/ je m'acclimate/à l'immanence/de la nuit"
PAROLES

Je fonce vers l’horizon
 Qui s’écarte
 Je m’empare du temps
 Qui me fuit
J’épouse mes visages
 D’enfance
J’adopte mes corps
 D’aujourd’hui.

Je me grave
Dans mes turbulences
Je pénètre
Mes embellies
Je suis multiple
Je ne suis personne
Je suis d’ailleurs
 Je suis d’ici
Sans me hâter
 Je m’acclimate
 A l’immanence
 De la nuit.

Ce corps que tu habites
 Ces jours qui t’ont bâti
Cette vie qui t’a conduit
 Ces peines qui t’ont nourri
Ce passé qui t’a fait
 Ou bien qui te défait
Ce Toi qui s’enfonce
 Dans la souche des années.

Je fonce vers l’horizon
 Qui s’écarte
 Je m’empare du temps
 Qui me fuit
J’épouse mes visages
 D’enfance
J’adopte mes corps
 D’aujourd’hui.

Je suis multiple
Je ne suis personne
Je suis d’ailleurs
 Je suis d’ici
Sans me hâter
 Je m’acclimate
 A l’immanence
 De la nuit.

D’après 2 poèmes d’ Andrée Chedid, extraits du recueil Rythmes
_____________________________________________________________________________
LYRICS

You rush towards the horizon
 Who deviates
 I take hold of time
 That runs away from me
I hug my faces
 Childhood
I adopt my bodies
 Today.

I grave myself
In my turbulence
I enter
My embellishments
I am multiple
I'm nobody
I’m from elsewhere
 I'm from here
Without hurrying
 I acclimatize
 To immanence
 Of the night.

This body you inhabit
 Those days that built you
This life that led you
 These sorrows that nourished you
This past that made you
 Or that undoes you
This sinking You
 In the strain of years.

I rush towards the horizon
 Who deviates
 I take hold of time
 That runs away from me
I hug my faces
 Childhood
I adopt my bodies
 Today.

I am multiple
I'm nobody
I’m from elsewhere
 I'm from here
Without hurrying
 I acclimatize
 To immanence
 Of the night.

Based on 2 poems by Andrée Chedid, excerpts from the collection Rythmes

à l'immanence de la nuit

I make experimental, electronic, pop, rock, instrumental, ambient, classical and much more. 
All in an experimental way, in my little DAW studio.
I am completely self-taught.

This hobby remains a hobby, and does not commit me to anything!
Injoy my music.👍🏽

Electric City.

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