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[13 Sep 2003|08:02pm] |
http://drive.zed.cbc.ca
now has new tracks.
calm morning on the water
A given
visions in the dark
grip, grind stay, due to televisionization of these tracks earlier this year. please let me know your thoughts on these, and i will upload more/take them off, depending.
thank you.
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| the future |
[10 Sep 2003|09:45am] |
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drive[2] - eleven thirty at the sky:
1. solemn affair
2. part of your morning
3. visions in the dark
4. calm morning on the water
5. headlights on the highway
6. a spider's treat
7. trembling under the covers
8. being chased
9. the drips of a toothbrush
-recorded between the hours of 1am - 3am specifically on a moog synthesizer
-recorded using acid 4.0, mixed direct from track to mp3
-length of disc clocks in just over twelve minutes of instrumentals
for now, it's as if "songs for vee" will be on holding ground, next little while. things ahead might stay depending on future. and so, some of these songs to be uploaded this week. others kept for "songs for vee" also to be uploaded, mostly. still only have until the 15 of sept for downloading before they're removed. please see this entry for more details.
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| the new music |
[04 Sep 2003|11:13pm] |
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seems as though the drive[2] thing differentiates itself now. every night getting home, music flows and turns into something. therefore a renaming of the idea and an addition of songs is in order. four "shorts" have since spruced into the garden. and so we'll wait. wait until my mind is all in one place for everything to flow out nicely onto the screen, out of my fingers. a name might come up such as "anthology under two minutes", "two by twelve", "twelve songs for vee", something like that. will keep you updated, people who still read.
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| a change brewing |
[31 Aug 2003|07:34am] |
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Drive[2] site to make way for six (possibly) seven songs, an online EP of sorts.
entitled "Songs for Vee".
Current Tracklist:
A given
All alone
The one you don't know
lost (parts one and two)
star.blown.apart
possible seventh:
the bargain
the following songs will be removed from the Drive[2] website on 15 sept, so dl now.:
forget.never.again
This is not a test
mindset
grip
Kent the Golden Squid
Grind
word of text
Shiver
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thank you for your continued support of the project
-MB
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| rip-tear |
[29 Aug 2003|12:54pm] |
head is dizzy,
room is large,
need something to flush this weirdness away.
strange thoughts of being astray,
not being able to look inward,
control.
it's like a part has lost it.
mind and body aren't in unison.
crashing, crashing, crashing.
it should be able to stop,
but i watch it, heartfelt as it leaves.
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| queue the sun |
[17 Aug 2003|10:44pm] |
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au·ro·ra
n. pl. au·ro·ras or au·ro·rae (-rôr, -rr)
1. A luminous atmospheric phenomenon appearing as streamers or bands of light sometimes visible in the night sky in northern or southern regions of the earth. It is thought to be caused by charged particles from the sun entering the earth's magnetic field and stimulating molecules in the atmosphere.
2. The dawn.
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these are my favorite moments. waking early, going late, everything seems so perfect. with, or without clouds, calm beauty arises at the perfect time, bringing with it a day of busy, before it gets back to a night of unease. everyone knows what tomorrow might bring. and it all begins when the clouds turn red, when the sky becomes a light blue, when a giant orbiting hot circle flows up from the ground.
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[12 Jul 2003|04:16am] |
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peter gabriel - biko |
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lost.. in the middle of nowhere.
head is cloudy with content.
i wish i could paint the pictures i could see in my head.
all i see is an empty parking garage. fully lit, attendee awaiting.
but no one wants to enter.
vacant,
alone.
they want to park on the street, but he sticks to his guns,
until he finds the few certain ones,
who believe in him.
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| offandrunningbutthegroundwontstopMOVING |
[04 Jul 2003|02:45am] |
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starblownapart dot ca slash sounds slash grind(remix) dot mp3.
my official entried remix into the land of radiohead sampling.
remix of grind.
resounded, demoed versoin.
feel free to comment as i turn down the volume on the main beats,
and turn up the volume on the radiohead samples that were donated via
digitallandfill.co.uk/loophole/mp3
i hope you are all doing well,
time for a short departure.
cheers,
Michael.
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| do's and dont's of climbing walls. |
[30 Jun 2003|02:42am] |
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punchupatawedding |
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almost there.
whatever's blocking..
is being pushed down
with ease again.
back on track
and quiet.
sometimes saying too much
over analyze.
pulling in
pushing out.
i'll tame it down
instead of hiding out.
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| deviation.. precursor |
[28 Jun 2003|10:23pm] |
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sit down, stand up |
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everything's blue
in this world
the deepest shade of mushroom blue
all fuzzy
spilling out of my head
-T.R.
captures this exact moment.
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| self induced[exerpts] |
[27 Jun 2003|02:58am] |
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beck - peaches and cream |
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eating crackers and looking through old lyrics, again and again, i find some gems.
poetry. bite sized poetry on a saturated mind. full of moving things, meanderings..
dawn breaking on a wednesday( .......... )
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| duct tape the handle to the door. |
[24 Jun 2003|05:08am] |
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2+2=5 |
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the most searing, piercing song i've written, a combination of deep guitars,
and lyrics written about a Purolator employee's rampage on his co-workers in 1999.
still one of my favorite songs.
( Eyes of a killer )
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| onandonandonandonandonandonandon |
[21 Jun 2003|08:48pm] |
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Fourteen Black Paintings.
From the pain come the dream
From the dream come the vision
From the vision come the people
From the people come the power
From this power come the change
-P. Gabriel
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[16 Jun 2003|02:54am] |
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i stare at the words on the screen and in the red light, the grey, the white, blurs my eyes.
when i look away, i see a rollercoaster of letters flying through the sky, red light blurring it more.
and so i close them and smile, trying to fixate on a certain word, that i cannot find anywhere.
it's a mixed up game, but it keeps me going.
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