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I’m Riley Grimes, a builder of things, ideas, systems, feelings, relationships, stuff like that. I’ve worked in sales for over ten years, led teams, launched programs, and wrangled all kinds of processes into something that actually makes sense. I’m drawn to problems that need a bit of charm and a bit of logic to solve. Something with gears to turn and people to rally.
I like high standards. Not because it sounds good in a bio, but because it bothers me when things feel lazy or half-thought-through. Whether I’m mapping a new workflow, training a team, or reorganizing a space, I want it to feel solid—intentional, useful, a little bit better than expected.
I listen well, ask the right questions, and I can usually figure out whatever new tool or tech gets thrown my way. I’ve got a brain that wants to know how things work and a personality that makes it easier for people to work with me while I figure it out.
Also, I make music in my free time, which keeps me creatively sharp. But mostly, I like work that lets me solve problems, connect dots, and make things smoother for everyone involved. Ideally with decent coffee and a team that likes to laugh a little.
Sounds from the Basement
Justin and I went out to Hiawassee, Georgia, and turned a basement into a recording studio. Bare concrete, tangled cables, borrowed gear, and a space heater that worked about half the time. It wasn’t glamorous, but it felt like the right kind of blank slate.
We made an album called Good Day, split into three chapters: Good Morning, Good Afternoon, and Good Night. Each section has its own tone. Morning is light and tentative, afternoon stretches out with more fuzzy rhythm and movement, and night gets a little strange, a lot louder. It's meant to feel like the emotional shape of a full day.
We handled everything ourselves: writing, playing, singing, mixing, mastering. No outside producers, no timeline, just us chasing whatever felt right in the moment. Some songs came out quick, others took months of wrestling. A few were accidents that ended up as favorites.
It was a little chaotic and very fun. There were long days where nothing worked, and short nights where everything clicked. By the end, we had something that felt honest, loose, imperfect, and exactly what we wanted it to be.
