(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

Youtube Video:  https://youtu.be/b70uQ3Xycyc

WE WANT TO FLY 
(c) JunkHeap Jul 21 2022 / Remixed-Remastered May 2025

Thinking about the day 
and feedin' on the summer vibe, 
do you feel it?

Later that night I need some sleepin',
crawl into bed, soft sheets are cheering.
The pillow says hello,
and I fade below.

Someone waves to come along,
through a field, beside a pond.  
It's idyllic. 
Jump up high, and say goodbye
flying up and out of sight.

Hit the clouds.
In the clouds.
and there's the sun.
and the beautiful Earth.
For all it's worth,
in this day and age.
Turn the page
and you see the rage.

it's all sort of malign.
Politicians turn a blind eye.
They don't have the fortitude
to satisfy all our needs.

We want to fly.

Sitting on a beach near Naples;
Standing in Krasna Square;
Meet some people at the Pyramids of Giza;
then hit downtown NYC and see its flair.

Dreaming of a simple bliss, 
where I feel her lovely kiss.
But a dark flows in so slowly,
blots out the light, 
and I feel people want to get away.

We want to fly.

We Want To Fly

The gentle tone of the Strings and ripples will heal your heart. 
Music that allows you to forget all your worries and relax. Your mind will be stable and you will feel sleepy naturally, and you will feel better and wake up in the morning. Music that makes you feel at ease and happy even a little, free from various troubles. 
Healing music that makes you feel peaceful.

Healed In The Forest

The ghosts
Inspired by the bygone era of the 60s-70s-80s and popular art music, especially from the UK! All those little melodies that you tap with your fingertips or whistle...memories...
Artists, dying shadows on the walls, sometimes dazzling light, but their desire to be the best often led them down the road to perdition...
Many artists have never seen the light of the day of glory, these young chrysalises have not had the time to blossom on the big stages and yet some would have largely deserved it as the quality and beauty of their work was sparkling..... 
Doors open and close at great speed in this world. But they are still here, even if they have become ghosts, let us thank them for they have inspired us, shaped us and they continue - Thank you.

The ghosts
Inspiré de l'époque révolue des années 60-70-80 et de la musique artistique populaire, notamment britannique ! Toutes ces petites mélodies que l'on tape du bout des doigts ou que l'on siffle... des souvenirs...
Artistes, ombres mourantes sur les murs, lumière parfois éblouissante, mais leur désir d'être les meilleurs les a souvent conduits sur le chemin de la perdition...
De nombreux artistes n'ont jamais vu la lumière du jour de gloire, ces jeunes chrysalides n'ont pas eu le temps de s'épanouir sur les grandes scènes et pourtant certains l'auraient largement mérité tant la qualité et la beauté de leur travail étaient étincelantes...... 
Les portes s'ouvrent et se ferment à grande vitesse dans ce monde. Mais ils sont toujours là, même s'ils sont devenus des fantômes, remercions-les car ils nous ont inspirés, façonnés et ils continuent - Merci.

Ghost

What a wonderful tune Seagull sent me to collaborate on.  His nylon-string and bass playing is lovely but he asked if I could help with a second guitar voice.  The Taylor JKSM seemed the perfect fit with its sweet steel-string acoustic voice.  The undercurrent of meaning in the song is best described by Seagull himself:
"The song is called Stairway, and I realized that it reflects everyone's climb in life. We are encouraged and taught from birth that we must constantly get better at everything. Better upbringing, better behavior, better education, better job, better pay, better things, better health, better parent, better home, better car and so on...But what is the real goal of all this striving? Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with education hopefully producing better and more understanding and empathetic people, and a safer and nicer society. But.....and I think it's a big but.... as we are obviously being trained to buy all the happiness we need in life instead of experiencing it in a peaceful, healthy and experiential life." 
It is a question of what is ultimately important in our life and are we willing to make the climb to reach and attain it.  Something to ponder while you listen:)
Hear more of Seagull's amazing music @farout-music-studio.

Stairway (Seagull, David and Clara Sorace, vocal)

(ever too late to shine )    



Now she lives among the stars
                                          
and the night is too dark without her
         
all the light from then till now
                                          
hasn’t found its way back to her

*



I had no heart to hear

all the bells that call on Sunday

just like a waterfall

they’ll stop falling someday

*


refrain:

       
Is it ever too late to shine

ever too late to shine
         
my love


     
Is it ever too late to shine
                      
ever too late to find
      
my love

*


I see her in a crowd 

I see her in the mirror

Her face is like a shroud

as my own grows dimmer 

*


If you find yourself a star

don't lose it in the wishin' 

you're still while it moves far

far beyond your vision

*


refrain

TASCAM DR-05

ever too late to shine (co-written with my friend)

I totally enjoyed working on this great muterial piece. @muterial
https://soundcloud.com/muterial/off-the-rails?si=a6b1a2e3991749eb9b11b7d1a39bf1f9&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Check out the amazing playlist:
https://soundcloud.com/muterial/sets/off-the-rails-collaborations?si=ccc58273972244ba9b2384aedcfa416a&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Off The Rails | muterial [Miraculous Imprint Mix]

this is a track that my son and I created as our first attempt at whiskey blues.
Garreth{son}- Drums and guitars
Myself- All keyboards , arrangement and production.
Hope you enjoy

Whiskey Blues With No Name- ft GBH

Stephen a.k.a. @texmex-shaman and I have worked on some epic multi-artist collab tracks before (like The Holy Dumpling), but this is the first time that just the two of us have worked together. I came up with the beat and synths and because of the dubby kind of style I thought it was just dying for some guitars. I was stoked that Stephen agreed to take a run at this and even more so after hearing the results! The mixing on this one is a joint effort too.

Watered Down - w/ TexMex Shaman

After listening to this incredible guitar piece, I instantly connected to it. I'm grateful for Nenad agreeing to let me collaborate. We hope you like it!

Original guitar and composition by Neno J. @user-442202241:  

Writing and vocals Dylan White 

Lyrics

He thought he was invincible
She thought she was immune
Love it found them in the dark
It found them out too soon

Love was unavoidable
She said she didn't care
He hid his head beneath the sand
And it caught them unaware

When love unfolds
There's no control

A glance, a smile, a kiss, they found love, chased dreams, vowed to never let it die
A love so blind

A dream, a life of love, they held on, pulled through, always giving it a try
A state of mind

They fell on to hard times, they fell so so hard
They failed to see the signs, and they fell apert
Alone and on their knees
Their love had just deceased

Clinging to the love they knew
Fighting in despair
Love had taken everything
There was nothing left to share

Pain is unavoidable
The heart can feel old
Love takes a lifetime to be learnt
It's not a story quickly told

Quickly Told Story (Collab with Neno J)

Big band jazz and contemporary take of Armenian inspired music, heritage, and culture

ELEGY

I am retired and have taken up music again (after 60 years since I last played the classical piano)for my pleasure. It is great to redo the old classics with the modern sounds and electronic instruments of today. I  
   Also Like making my own instrumental tracks with my 
Presonus studio 4 software, a size midi keyboard and the Kross workstation Keyboard.
I am so grateful for the support, encouragement and feedback from the  sound cloud community.
What an awesome experience and way to bring music to the world together with likeminded friends-thank you all.

Whiskey Blues With No Name- ft GBH

ZDCOM