EP A10
https://akitomisaki.bandcamp.com/album/a10

ead #5

A simple idea: what if an astronaut on a mission was hurled into space, like in the movie "Gravity"? His spacesuit still offers him an estimated 45 minutes of oxygen to breathe. He floats close to the orbit of a planet, but its gravity is too weak. But even if it were strong enough to bind him to it, what then? He dives into the atmosphere and...burns up! So he floats through the darkness of space for an infinite 44 minutes until he passes out. True, with a fantastic view in 360 degrees...but what's the use?

We are SO small that after 45 minutes (44 minutes because the unconsciousness will occur before) we have hardly put back more than a few kilometers. Kilometers in which our entire life runs like a movie in front of the mind's eye. 

We are small in view of the sheer infinite size of space!

Floats with me through this space...not even for 5 minutes!

The retrospective view of an astronaut floating through space

............ based on acoustic guitar, lot of EWI solos - all my own stuff :-)
Measured against all the work, it's nothing special - but maybe useful for daily use :-D Of course, I've listened to it so often now that I almost don't like it any more, but no wonder - some pieces can really get you down, like driving a car in a traffic jam every day. So take it easy ! ... photo: ahundt on pixabay

stop & go

Reflections of intuition IV

Will we make the right choice for our children, our country, and our future...

The Choice Is Ours

Thank you GOD

New version of song written in December 2022. Recorded on phone, played on 12 string

I won't say that wrong is right
Won't pretend that it's alright
I won't say it
Won't say right is wrong
I won't play along
I just tried to make it easy
Self-betrayal c'est la vie
I won't say it
Now those days are gone
I won't play along
I'm running out of time
I know that I've been wrong
The true light
Will guide me along
I won't say it
Won't say right is wrong
I won't play along
I won't say that wrong is right 
Say what you want 
I won't backbite
I won't say it
Now those days are gone 
Won't say wrong is right
I'll follow the light
Won't say right is wrong 
I won't play 
Won't play along
'Cause I'm running out of time
I know that I've been wrong
The true light
Will guide me along
I'm running out of time
I know that I've been wrong
The true light
Will guide me along
Will guide me along
Will guide me along
I won't play along


I Won't Play Along

Picture Dixtuin CC BY SA Flickr - Brussels, Museum Musical Instruments
https://flic.kr/p/2oxg69A

Clip at https://youtu.be/uqiR07gABWw 
Used samples from https://www.discogs.com/master/236283-Various-Golden-Rain-Balinese-Gamelan-Music-Ketjak-The-Ramayana-Monkey-Chant 1969
Golden Rain - Balinese Gamelan Music - Ketjak: The Ramayana Monkey Chant

Audio File:
Samples Golden Rain B - Mix 28 - 4-2023 - Mr.wav
Loose stems and unmastered version available upon request

Collage Dance

Collage dance

Ah, dear listener! I present myself here with my good buddy Gary, rather sheepish and shamefaced at being absent from this church of sonic jewels for the longest time.  I have been a bad listener, I'm afraid.  Bereft of mojo, time and without my little studio. Mea culpa. 

If you've read this far, you already have a whiff of the legendary about you.

So one day, quite recently,  the Phaigester messages me and opens his raincoat to reveal a select library of stellar little ear-nuggets he's been hiding away. What beauties, I tell thee! What beauties!
He lives here and you should visit if you haven't before 
https://soundcloud.com/thephaige

Three grabbed me instantly..deep, swirling soundstrata, complex and intriguing in equal measure. 

Perched on my bed, yodelling into the abyss, I attempt to add to his painting.  Teleported into that great,  inkyblack wonderland of transcendent joy again.

Hats off to Gar. Inventive, musical and patient. Thanks for your art and resuscitating me.

3 tracks..8mins plus..big ask. But hey, if you've read this far whilst listening you're halfway through 

Cheers me hearties, catch  you soon
Be good 

Nick

All music, production and artwork   Gary
Vocal and lead on track 1    Ridiculous

Peripheral

I can’t see you, I can’t be with you
I can’t hold you or feel your welcome touch
As we slip into the water

I always sense you, I always feel you
Moving with me, our thoughts alike so much
As we slip into the water

When you slipped away on that awful day
You made me promise to live my life my own way
As I walk with you into the water

No more peripheral
It is logical
It is you and me

Tlaslila

I feel
Like I want to ride across the desert
Baking sand, tears of sweat in my eyes
Then climb climb the black mountains
Oh-oh-over we go, sail into the grey blue skies
I feel cold, dark deepness,
Feel fearsome rain,
Then fall
Fall into your arms again

Strange Agent

Strange Agent
You're never gonna find the man
Strange Agent
He'll let you run while you can

Fool you summoned him from beyond
Fool you thought he'd give you what you want
But that ain't the deal
Spinning the wheel
He's found something to steal
There's a soul to pay

Strange Agent, running wild in your head
Strange Agent telling you to talk with the dead
He's taking you by the hand

It's In The Room EP ThePhaige with Nicholas Ridiculous

Never That Easy

When my father died, way back in 1993, I became aware of the fact that my grandmother, Doris, who had died when my father was only three years old in 1930, had never had a headstone placed on her grave in our family plot. In fact, until I was a teenager, I don't believe I was even aware that my step-grandmother Charlotte wasn't my actual grandmother. Although Charlotte was a terrific grandmother to me and the only real grandmother I ever knew and loved, I began to wonder more about who Doris Terrill Warner was since she died 26 years before I was born, when my father was only 3. My first effort to reach out to her was having a proper headstone placed on her grave, right next to my father's final resting place. Ultimately I haven't learned much more than a handful of photos can suggest, but the images have provided some happy substance to my connection to her. This song brings out the disappointments of never meeting her but consummates with the joy of realization that she is nonetheless a real part of who I am. And that is indeed a happy ending to a continuing story. As a bonus, I coerced my 89 year old mother-in-law, Barbara, into adding her whistling skills to the ending of this song as you can hear in her protestations as it all falls apart for a bit of fun.

All music written and performed by Craig Durgy
Whistling provided by my mother-in-law Barbara H. Lynch

Lyrics:
Doris by Craig Durgy

Black and white, shades of brown
From the old photo album handed down
There’s a face, that I’m told
Was my grandmother, seventeen years old 
Timid smile, far off gaze
Did she see something coming in her numbered days
My dad was three, Aunt Jean was two,
Then the baby Barbara that she never knew

(Chorus)
And I cannot lose her now, this will be my solemn vow
To raise up her memory like this stone
As I stand above this grave, living proof of what she gave
I believe, that Doris she, is a part of me

Married young, just nineteen
Isaac Lester, and his high school queen
Was she quiet, in the rain
Did she fight for her life in her final pain
Did she grieve, did she laugh
Why did she leave, no epitaph
Does she know, that I got
This gravestone, placed for her alone in the family plot
(Chorus)

Photos few, and far between
Wish I knew, just what they mean
Did Maude and Pa, ever dread
When Doris Terrill Warner was so quickly wed
Still I know, in the end
Where I go, is simply where she’s been
Just a face, in a wooden frame
And a trace of her warm embrace when I say her name

(Chorus) Oh I believe she will always be a little part of me

Doris

Singer/Songwriter concentrating on traditional country, folk and pop rock. Working as part of the duo Daniels & Durgy; https://soundcloud.com/danielsdurgy

Doris

Durge