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Neva be a victim

Mad Humble Skills (ft. K19)

All about Life and Work. Thankfully, I'm blessed to be enjoying Life even much more these days! Originally written by Riff Beach in 2011 and recently re-recorded. Lyrics, vocals, instruments, production by Riff Beach - RiffWerx Records - 3B Productions. 
Featuring a Martin D10e, and Hohner Rocket C Harp, recorded with an AKG 314 condenser mic and mixed in Logic Pro using an UAD Apollo Twin X audio interface.

The Daily Grind ©  
Riff Beach
Original - 2011 - RiffWerx ®
Give me fresh coffee beans….. I’ll wake up feeling fine
Until I’m fed through The Daily Grind
It sure seems good while it’s churning away
But, I’m all ground up at the end of the day
Got a tune in my head that’s searching for words
Searching for something that’s never been heard
Pebbles in a quarry all mixed into a load
Smashed into gravel and used to build a road
(Chorus)
Change in my pocket and nothing but time
I’m Working my way through The Daily Grind
Sometimes, I swear….I’m losing my mind
‘Cuz, I’m so worn from The Grind
(Oh, and I’m so worn from The Grind)
Put some coffee on to start my day
Don’t want to work, just hang out and play
Sometimes, I swear I’m losing my mind
Want more from life than The Daily Grind
Cuz’ I’m so tired of The Grind

Sunny Beaches

The Daily Grind  ©

Written in 2005 (after our trip to New Zealand), Shady was one of the tracks on my first album Into The Wildness. This song came to me whilst I was making concrete with a cement mixer for an extension I was building on our house. A dragon fly flew past me and took me straight back to our trip around the Bay of Islands on our friends catamaran, Shady Lady. It's a simple song of escapism.

This recording was a later version recorded at home sometime between 2010/2015.

Hangin From The Trees

Shady

The Okavango Delta

Infected

For the arpeggio moments we all have in our lives. Or maybe you don't? What, never? Are you sure??

Published on 27 October 2023

Remastered using SC’s mastering feature.

It's neat to repeat: You're never alone with a drone

Arpeggi-Au-Go Go (remaster)

https://psychedelicmayhem.bandcamp.com/track/adam-and-eve

Adam Majdecki-Janicki's solo demo, 27.10.2023.

"Adam And Eve"

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

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