My old mac  dieth a death so here's a bit of a kitchen table bash around .   My fingers are not what they were so i play what i can find.  someday I'll probably wind up bashing out a beat with my head on the refrigerator and singing along. I hope you are all well. If you're dead you'll obviously know it's nothing to worry about...                                I woke up this morning or at least I think that I did...I found my medication and I wrestled with the lid....my bathroom mirror is telling me that I'm not half the man I used to be.....

. I've got a hole in my gut I'm really feeling my age, I'm paying the price for my wicked little ways, I was out last night with a woman from the moon, she says that better days are coming and they're coming soon but I ain't half the man I used to be.

Half the Man. ( Stevek )

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

Tomorrow, 22 August 2022, marks ten years since my brother Bri died. Hard to believe. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. His ashes were released into the River Thames, from the towpath that runs alongside Fulham football ground (quaintly known as ‘Craven Cottage’). He’d been a lifelong supporter of the club so this seemed a very appropriate resting place for him.

For those unaware of the sporting ritual, nearly every year since 1839, there's been a boat race on The Thames between Oxford & Cambridge Universities, held on a course between Putney and Mortlake. It is quite the occasion, with crowds lining the banks of the river for much of the four mile, 374 yard distance. It is broadcast live by the BBC and the Fulham stadium can clearly be seen as the crews row past. Guess who we think of when that happens?

When we were kids, we lived on a housing estate just a couple of minutes from the river, so Boat Race Day was always special. Every family was either a vehement supporter of the light blues of Cambridge or the dark blues of Oxford which seemed quite normal at the time but, thinking back, appears quite odd now. We were all decidedly lower class, with precious little chance of attending any university, let alone Oxbridge. But I clearly remember having a punch up with another kid on the estate because he supported Oxford. Total madness…but in my defence, I was very young at the time.

The family ritual was to watch the race on the telly until it reached Hammersmith Bridge, run to the river to watch the boats go by and then run back to see the finish. You still hear folks say “We had to make our own fun in those days” and I rather think this custom now falls into that deeply enigmatic category.

So that’s how Bri’s death has become inextricably linked to The Boat Race and the thoughts I have of him when the drone cameras look down upon the crews as they zoom past Craven Cottage. The fond memories always win out over the political bewilderment…and, strange as it may seem, I still want Cambridge to win.

For you, Bri. We miss you. (Terry Reeves)

Ten years of ashes floating, reasons to find
Connected thoughts search sensitive mind
Watery echoes continue, grieving combined
Reluctant tidal memories, questions behind

Never to forget you're all part of me

Cambridge beat Oxford, repair some sorrow 
But cannot add smiles to a never tomorrow 
A two to one chance, exciting times borrow 
History growing up, running riverside to follow

Never to forget you're all part of me

Ten years have past left me standing here
No harmony practice, new song to appear
Every heartbeat 4/4 beat counting each year 
Independence not requested, vocal unclear

Never to forget you're all part of me

From Birth to final moments always there
No feeling exchanged or choosing to care
50 years of musical lifetime joined with stare 
Total love for a brother, dreams cannot share

Never to forget you're all part of me
Never to forget you’re all part of me

RELEASE THE ASHES - CRIPPLE CLUB & HANS ALBERS

Stephanie Barbutova:  Vocals
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mixing & Mastering at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass, Vocals at Vestervang, DK

This is the story of an elderly gentleman who succumbed to the charms of a beautiful young woman and was only used by her for her own ends.

S U G A R   D A D D Y

Such a big disappointment
I feel like I´m being used
as I´m sitting here in silence
just hurt and so confused

I wasn´t     much more than     your stepping stone
a stupid     sugar daddy     who paid it all alone

you made me     think we were     more than just friends
you took all     that I had     every song, every cent

INTRO

Such a great enchantment
your voice can make tough men cry
once you get the attention
your beauty blinds the guys

BRIDGE    ohohoho

CHORUS

INTRO

Such a huge illusion
all the promises you broke
among all guys you´ve been foolin'
I was just another bloke

BRIDGE   ohoho

Everything Must Go

Sugar Daddy  (Bye-Bye Paris Girl)

Moonlight bath

i wrote this one with an old friend in mind who left me much too soon...............cheers for having a listen

You Know What I Mean

#mitology #alternativerock #perseo #andromeda #mitologiagreca

Perseo

COtu - Production, Guitars
Negative Headphone - Production, Guitars
Mix by the amazing Negative Headphone

check him out out
https://soundcloud.com/negative-headphone

Phases

Phases    - - - - - - Negative Headphone and COtu

eddy gave Josh and me a rocking and  skanking organ/guitar track to get us started - this is what we came up with :)))))
Beats are from Looperman - many thanks to the creators!
WuTang Drums by mk12345 and CalmariaXBoom-Bap Drums by Zeth9

5ynt Dub - with eddyoffline and Entheogenic Psychonaut (Josh Clary)

In a fit of inspiration... Another one for the collection:

https://alicedeeper.bandcamp.com/album/myth-wave-the-ever-growing-collection

Moonlight bath

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