Half an Ear

A Tether

He Could Never Love You

Can't Stop Me Now

Alma May-Soledad Canyon (meant it all)

A retro-modern love letter to sunshine harmonies and kaleidoscopic pop. Golden Airwaves glides from beach-bright mornings to neon boardwalk midnights.

Crystal Tide Radio


Laughing at the Riverside is a nostalgic indie rock ballad that captures the emotional texture of a summer evening reunion among old friends. Set by the riverbank at dusk, the song explores themes of memory, time, and quiet connection. Through poetic verses and a melancholic male baritone voice, the lyrics reflect on shared stories, lost moments, and the bittersweet beauty of aging friendships. The chorus, anchored by the line “Laughing at the Riverside,” evokes a sense of timeless joy and emotional release. Instrumental sections—ranging from ambient intros to orchestral crescendos—mirror the emotional arc of the night, making the song feel cinematic and deeply personal.

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🎵 Laughing at the Riverside
Lyrics by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf

[Intro – Twilight Pulse (0:00–0:45)  
Soft piano arpeggios in low register.  
Muted bass pulses gently.  
Ambient pads with tremolo shimmer.  
Delay-washed electric guitar textures.  
No drums yet, slow emotional build.  
Mood: dusky summer evening, anticipation, warmth.]

Verse 1  
We parked the cars by the willow bend  
Sun bleeding out like a quiet friend  
You brought the cheap wine, I brought the old jokes  
Someone lit a fire, someone almost choked  

The river moved like it knew our names  
Skipping stones, trading old mistakes  
You said, “Remember that night in June?”  
I said, “I barely remember you”  

Pre-Chorus  
But the laughter came easy, like it used to  
And the silence felt softer than truth  

Chorus  
Laughing at the Riverside  
Where the past comes back but never bites  
We were ghosts in denim and light  
Laughing at the Riverside  
Like nothing ever changed  
Like everything was right  

[Instrumental Bridge – Echoes in the Current (2:10–2:40)  
Drums enter with off-kilter rhythm (5/4).  
Muted trumpet and trombone add melancholic accents.  
Dissonant guitar chords slowly resolve.  
Synth sweeps mimic water movement.  
Mood: flickering memories, emotional tension.]

Verse 2  
You played that song from senior year  
It cracked like vinyl, but we all cheered  
The moon hung low like a borrowed time  
And someone cried without a sign  

We talked of jobs, of kids, of loss  
Of how we all got a little lost  
But no one judged, and no one lied  
We just let the river decide  

Chorus  
Laughing at the Riverside  
Where the past comes back but never bites  
We were ghosts in denim and light  
Laughing at the Riverside  
Like nothing ever changed  
Like everything was right  

[Instrumental Interlude – Denim Ghosts (3:30–4:10)  
Strings (violin, cello) play a nostalgic theme.  
Piano repeats intro motif, higher and fragile.  
Slide guitar adds emotional texture.  
No drums, ambient bass carries the mood.  
Mood: time suspended, quiet reflection.]

Bridge  
The fire burned down to a whisper  
And I wished I’d said more to her  
But maybe that’s the point of nights like these  
You feel too much, and speak too little  

[Build-Up – Firelight Crescendo (4:40–5:10)  
Drums return with driving rhythm.  
Brass and strings swell into crescendo.  
Open guitar chords with tremolo.  
Warm synth pad underneath.  
Mood: emotional climax, shared joy and sorrow.]

Final Chorus  
Laughing at the Riverside  
Where the echoes feel like lullabies  
We were young, we were terrified  
Laughing at the Riverside  
Like nothing ever changed  
Like everything was right  

[Outro – Riverside Fade (5:40–6:20)  
Sparse piano notes like water drops.  
Reverse guitar effects echo memories.  
Slow bass pulse like a heartbeat.  
Field recording: river sounds, distant laughter, crickets.  
Mood: closure, memory lingering, peace.]

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© Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.

Laughing at the Riverside

The Dream

Home Sweet Home

Explores how we project unacknowledged inner qualities onto romantic partners. Through New Zealand nature imagery, the song charts the journey from idealised love (seeing missing parts of ourselves in another) through disillusionment (borrowed strength fading) to psychological maturity. The core insight: the courage, grace, and wholeness we seek in lovers already exists within us, sleeping like seeds. Love matures when we reclaim these projections and meet as equals—"not your missing piece, but your equal in this wild garden of becoming." From my upcoming book "Breakfast with Jung" Chapter 5: Anima and Animus. 
Jazz (43%), Jazz, Nu Jazz / Jazztronica (38%) Singer Songwriter (22%) Adult Contemporary (20%)
Jazz, Blues, Neo-Soul (15%)


A Field Guide to Projection  (Lyrics)

In the wild meadow of new love, we stand
Like pohutukawa reaching toward light
Morning mist wraps around our ankles
Kowhai petals scatter gold secrets
I see in you the quiet grace I've yet to embrace
While you mirror parts of me I've forgotten to claim

Seasons turn like pages in memory's book
Our shared story begins to blur
Your strength, once solid as Tane Mahuta
Trembles like flax in southerly winds
My warmth, borrowed from your fire
Fades like sunset on harbor waters

Thunder rolls through our shared silence
In winter's bare-branched honesty
Truth rises like dawn on Waiheke
The courage I sought in your heart
Was my own, sleeping like seed in soil
The gentleness you found in my hands
Your own grace, waiting to bloom

Our projections fall like autumn leaves
Becoming food for deeper roots
Spring arrives with its own wisdom
Morning paints messages on waves
Your hand in mine familiar as birdsong
In your eyes, I see myself at last
Not your missing piece, but your equal
In this wild garden of becoming
Between us, something entirely new
Takes root in ancient soil

A Field Guide to Projection

A nostalgic synthwave track inspired by the Cold War — pulsing bass, icy pads, and echoes of 1980s night drives.

#synthwave #retrowave #80s #coldwar #nostalgic #drivingmusic #cinematic #outrun

Paranoia by Sashinka and Peter Madeley.mp3

Alle sind eins

Alle sind eins
niemand ist anders
Alle sind gleich
Kein unbekannter
Mensch ist hier
verwand mit mir und Dir

Alle sind frei
niemand besonders
Jeder dabei
und keiner woanders
denn wir sind 
füreinander bestimmt

Alle sind eins
alle sind
alle sind frei
solang es alle sind 
Alle sind eins
alle sind  
Alle sind frei
füreinander bestimmt

Alle sind zwei
niemand alleine
manchmal auch drei
dann kommt etwas Kleines
angehüpft
aus uns rausgeschlüpft
welch Glück
Alle sind hier
um alle zu lieben
Alle sind hier
Wir brauchen nur Frieden
Du liebst mich
und ich lieb dafür 
dann Dich

Alle sind eins
alle sind
alle sind frei
solang es alle sind 
Alle sind eins
alle sind  
Alle sind frei
füreinander bestimmt

Jeder hier
ist ein Teil vom Andern
es ist ein Wunder
es ist ein Wunder
Keiner hier 
muss alleine handeln
das macht die Welt
so viel bunter
Jeder hier
ist ein Teil vom Andern
es ist ein Wunder
es ist ein Wunder
Keiner hier 
muss alleine handeln
das macht die Welt
einfach kunterbunt

Alle bleiben eins
solange sie dabei sind
und im Nachhinein
noch fest verzweigt sind
schmieg Dich an
ganz nah 
in meinen Arm

Alles wird eins
alles wird besser
bleibt keiner allein
oder vergessen
Wir müssen uns nur
an der Natur
oder aneinander messen

Alle sind eins
alle sind
alle sind frei
solang es alle sind 
Alle sind eins
alle sind  
Alle sind frei
füreinander bestimmt

Jeder hier
ist ein Teil vom Andern
es ist ein Wunder
es ist ein Wunder
Keiner hier 
muss alleine handeln
das macht die Welt
so viel bunter
Jeder hier
ist ein Teil vom Andern
es ist ein Wunder
es ist ein Wunder
Keiner hier 
muss alleine handeln
das macht die Welt
einfach kunterbunt

Alle sind eins
Alle sind eins
Alle sind eins
Einfach jeder hier


Paranoia by Sashinka and Peter Madeley.mp3

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