Playing Live 1/11/2025, Perks Coffee β Apple Valley 11a til 1pm β Damien Riley is a Creator of music, books, and a podcast titled But I Digress. This show runs about twice a week on most modern podcast platforms. He blogs multiple times a day from his accomplished delightful free homepage powered by WordPress, "The Loft" at RileyOnFilm.com (NEW! standup comedy by Dame is now available)
First song is in the can, as far as an arrangement. 8 more to work out for my new upcoming album, “Alpha.” I hope you enjoy this one I wrote it in about 4 days and used a sharpie to get lyrics on my apartment’s living room, kitchen, and bathroom walls. Lol. Truth π―
“Here’s a Thought!?” A series by Damien S. Riley #09132024 – anti-aneurism analgesic
news 4 You (getting to be old hat 4 Me.) AKA “Don’t Worry Be Happy” by old Bob-By.
And that’s the truth babe! (Spits the little girl)
Conversation:
Me: Why do you love space?
Bella: Because it’s different, EMPTY!!!
Me: Great adjective choice! What you’re saying there, really, is that there are no limits to space. Your life here at the Loft is the exact same grid, babe. You create with your feelings lovely!
β€οΈβοΈπ¦΅ Damien S. Riley, Humorist and Philosopher
Morning portrait of the author before teaching College Career and Pathways classes in the HD
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Itβs all in the can man, ready to go. I canβt wait babe. This is a huge milestone for me and my music. I feel like an 8-year-old kid standing in line to see Star Wars for the 22nd time, for the first time, which I did at the Chrisanta Twin in Theater, Mission Viejo [β¦]
On campus, Professor Riley, walking to Baba ORiley. Ahhhhh. I wish you could smell it here. The boy seeing his dreams realized, at night in the Crackle of the Wind.