Chris Riffle was born in a one-room cabin deep in the woods of Washington state. Almost six years ago he moved to the East Village and started working in a local coffee shop. Among his passions, however, was the writing songs on his acoustic guitar and performing them for his friends, many of whom are also his customers. Two albums and two EPs later, he performs his original songs at neighborhood music clubs like the Sidewalk Cafe and tonight, the Living Room. The music is among the quietest I have ever heard. Riffle nearly whispers his lyrics. He either finger picks or strums his acoustic guitar with his thumb. His music is dream-like; no, make that sleepy soft. Living in a big, noisy city, sometimes we need that kind of serenity in our ears.