Great song. My first beer was a creamy stout

Ah, making me smile   ---   great tune  !!

Yepa Craig 🍺 Love this song and beer ( Bud for me ) 😇

Love the feel good vibes in this foot tapping, John Wayne endorsed, uplifting country track!

Craig! Hysterical and perfect! brings me right back to the Shea Stadium of my boyhood.

This is a cracking country tune Durge, brill feel, vocal,lyric and great harp!

Really enjoyed this upbeat country toe tappin' jingle, Durge!

Crimson Keys is a sonic exploration of melancholy and hope, performed on felt piano with soft, muted tones and deep intimacy. Each note serves as a silent reflection of human fragility, a wordless dialogue with the world.

In a time when conflicts still persist, this music becomes a voiceless cry, an echo of peace carried through delicate harmonies and suspended reverberations. An invitation to pause, listen, and reflect.

🎹 Piano: Francesco Adornetto

Crimson Keys (Solo Piano) Francesco Adornetto

Take a look here 
Juno https://www.junodownload.com/artists/Zarine/
iTunes / AppleMusic https://music.apple.com/us/artist/zarine/586665133
Boom VK https://vk.com/artist/zarine
Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/1gzjk4dYXwoLP9RRmWkREE?si=lOmLpB6oTy-Bfs76ZOxrdg
Beatport https://www.beatport.com/release/torpedo/4821292
DeeZer http://www.deezer.com/album/670801861
Yandex Music https://music.yandex.ru/album/34021519

Zarine - I'm not finished yet ... Pirate Station Mix Nov.'24

dans le recueil "à la lumière d'hiver", Philippe Jacottet, cet immense poète, a écrit un poème en 8 versets sur la parole, essence même du poétique. J'ai tenté ici d'en mettre deux en musique.
PAROLES
PARLER (6 ET 7)
6
J’aurai voulu parler sans images, simplement
pousser la porte…
                                        J’ai trop de crainte
 pour cela, d’inquiétude, parfois de pitié
On ne vit pas longtemps comme les oiseaux
dans l’évidence du ciel,
                                                  et retombé à terre,
On ne voit plus en eux précisément que des images
ou des rêves.
7
Parler donc est difficile, si c’est chercher…chercher quoi ?
Une fidélité aux seuls moments, aux seules choses
qui descendent en nous assez bas, qui se dérobent,
si c’est tresser un vague abri pour une proie insaisissable.

Si c’est porter un masque plus vrai que son visage
pour pouvoir célébrer une fête longtemps perdue
 avec les autres, qui sont morts, lointains ou endormis
encore, et qu’à peine soulèvent de leur couche 
cette rumeur, ces premiers pas trébuchants, ces feux timides
-nos paroles : 
bruissement du tambour pour peu que l’effleure le doigt
inconnu.

Philippe Jacottet
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TALK (6 and 7)
6
I would have liked to speak without images, simply
push the door...
                                        I'm too afraid
 for this, of anxiety, sometimes of pity
We don't live long like birds
in the evidence of heaven,
                                                  and fell to the ground,
We see in them precisely only images
or dreams.
7
To speak, then, is difficult, if it is to seek... Looking for what?
A fidelity to the moments alone, to the only things
who descend into us low enough, who evade,
if it is to weave a vague shelter for an elusive prey.

If it is wearing a mask that is more real than your face
to be able to celebrate a long-lost holiday
 with the others, who are dead, far away or asleep
and which scarcely rise from their bed 
this rumor, these first stumbling steps, these timid fires
-Our words: 
rustling of the drum as soon as the unknown finger
 touches it

Philippe Jacottet


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bruissement de paroles

Humans are the only species who preserve a lasting relationship from parents to children and vice versa after the offspring has reached adolescence. This can be curse and blessing at the same time in some cases, but overall it is a gift in my view. We will stay the children of our parents for a lifetime obviously. Once you have realized this and don't consider it a threat anymore you are given the chance to close the circle in a peace- and beautiful way.


Photo (c) Laurent Bayeux

One Day When it was Time to Come Home

This is a fun little song I wrote that incorporates what I consider to be an iconic beer advertising jingle from the 50s-70s. During that time I was barely old enough to even drink New York’s popular refreshment of the era, Rheingold, but the imagery and television/radio jingle remains so memorable to me, and it was one of the first beers I ever drank. The song, however, is more than an homage to the famous red and white cans, or the revolutionary chug-a-mug. It tells the absurd story of a particularly obsessed fan that may be only vaguely autobiographical. I think I need to do something similar for Schaeffer next, and then maybe Piels, Knickerbocker…

Written and performed by Craig Durgy ©2025
Production (including bass & percussion) by Nat Daniels of Gentle Rain Records

Lyrics:

I had just turned eighteen, when my mother said to me
Son, now that you’ve become a man
It’s time to buckle down, you can’t just hang around, 
Please tell your dear old mom you understand
But instead, I just said…

(chorus)
My beer is Rheingold, the dry beer
Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer
It’s not bitter, not sweet, it’s the dry flavored treat
Won’t you try extra dry Rheingold beer

I was barely twenty-eight when my boss said, boy you’re late
And called me to his office for a word
Looking very stern he said, don’t you ever learn
I’ve warned you but it’s like you never heard
What could I say, on my last day, but…

(chorus)

Then at 45 years old, by a Marshall I was told
That my wife of twenty years was letting go
He looked me in the eye, like a man about to cry
So, I thought that there was something he should know
It’s okay, just let me say, that…

(chorus)

And now as an old man, there’s nothing left to plan. 
No damn expectations and no stress
I made it to here with the help of God and beer
And Lord knows I’m just a simple man
To this day, I can say…

(chorus)

My beer is Rheingold, the dry beer
Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer
It’s not bitter, not sweet, it’s the dry flavored treat
Won’t you try extra dry Rheingold beer
When you buy, won’t you try, put a twinkle in your eye
When you buy, you can’t beat my Rheingold beer

My Beer

This song is dedicated to my love and admiration of the poop-smearing GOAT of rock music, the one and only, GG Allin.  The skilled musicianship of this musical recording is a flattering tribute to his stunning genius.  Recorded on a 4 track tape machine.

I Like GG Allin

An instrumental lullaby that I wrote for my daughter who arrived recently and has turned my world on it's head (in the most amazing way) :)

Mia's Lullaby

Dear Friends, this is a fairytale about my wonderful little Grandson.
Ok. I am not telling the exact truth. He is just 1 1/2 years old! He is constantly talking, but noone can understand what he says!!

Lyrics in English

A Visit to The Stream

Yesterday when we were walking with our little Grand son
we walked to the little stream that is near his home
it’s a reminder of how we must behave
it’s all the beauty that we saw when the steaming water had catched our souls

We discussed a lot of things that is important these days
the boy is nearly two years old but he is so bright
and he could listen to all problems the world has
and he could give me a suggestion how to solve all the problems in the world

We discussed the administration of Trump’s U S A
it seems to be a mess and the world doesn’t know
what new descitions this man has found out
and how to turn the boss in Russia to a warm and kind gentleman

It was amazing to see when the boy walked behind
his Grandmother like a duckling over logs and stones
and every time when he fell to the ground
he just laughed and he shouted with joy over this little mishap


Kära vänner, detta är en saga om mitt underbara lilla barnbarn 
Texter på Svenska

Ett besök vid bäcken

Igår när jag promenerade med min lilla barnbarn
gick vi till den lilla bäcken som är nära hans hem
det är en påminnelse om hur vi måste bete oss
det är allt det vackra vi såg när det strömmande vattnet hade fångat våra själar

Vi diskuterade många saker som är viktiga nuförtiden
pojken är nästan två år gammal men han är så klok
och han kunde lyssna på alla problem som världen har
och han kunde ge mig ett förslag på hur man löser alla problem i världen

Vi diskuterade administrationen i Trumps U S A
det verkar vara en enda röra och världen vet inte
vilka nya beslut den här mannen har hittat på
och hur man gör chefen i Ryssland till en varm och snäll gentleman

Det var fantastiskt att se när pojken gick bakom
hans mormor som en ankunge över stock och sten
och varje gång när han föll till marken 
skrattade han bara och han skrek av glädje över detta lilla missöde

A Visit to The Stream (Lyrics in description) - 2025-04-13 12.50

The Great Awakening
I wish you all HAPPY EASTER!
  Vocals: Winkandwoo
https://soundcloud.com/winkandwoo/the-great-awakening-vocal-stem-124-bpm
Lillithe: Music, Arrangement and Production

THE GREAT AWAKENING

"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." - Albert Einstein.

Mix & Mastering by @bahram-dashtii 🙌


Somewhere not Here

I decided to take another stab at this song and play my guitars.
Guitars: (3 tracks): Taylor 114ce strumming and Fender Squire (strumming and picking) 
Keys: Logic Pro Session Piano  with sounds from Native instruments
Drums (two tracks): EZ Drummer 3 and PG Music (panned left and right)
Copyright 2025 Joe Stroffolino
***
Sea monkey’s are just brine shrimp
Easier to take care of than a pet chimp
You just buy a kit and that’s pretty much it
Much less work than a cat a dog or a pony
But those pictures that they put on the box are definitely phony
Sometimes it feels like we’re just a bunch of sea monkeys in a jar
Living on this great big rock orbiting a star
We pray to God for assistance but what if he’s just a little boy
And this world that we live on is just his latest toy
What if we’re living in some kid’s jar and the sun is a lightbulb
It’s not really a star
What if every time the human race takes it on the chin
There’s some kid looking down staring with a silly grin
Eight billion humans on the planet earth and we’re all trying to get by
I wonder if those sea monkeys knew the truth would they still even try
Did he sprinkle some eggs in the water and wait for the fun to begin
Did he watch he watch us fight our wars and root for the good guys to win
When the black death raged in the thirteenth century and good people started to die and he saw all that pain and and suffering did it ever make him cry
Eight billion humans on the planet earth and we’re all trying to get by
I wonder if those sea monkeys knew the truth would they still even try
Eight billion humans on the planet earth and we’re all trying to get by
I wonder if those sea monkeys knew the truth would they still even try
Sea monkey’s are just brine shrimp
Easier to take care of than a pet chimp
You just buy a kit and that’s pretty much it
You just buy a kit and that’s pretty much it

Sea Monkeys In A Jar

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

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