I think these bio things are pretty silly, as ultimately...what the hell are you supposed to say on these? No idea. So...

In short: married, reclusive, 37 year old, untrained and uneducated, janitor who toils away in obscurity on sonic art (aka: musical expressions i.e.: weird shit to help alleviate my troubled mind) into the wee hours of the night. Below helps to sketch some of the rest out...

Birth: Born to working-class blue-collar parents (along with a string of DNA that contains not one, not two, but ultimately three members of his family who have committed murders, from his grandfather to his grandmothers brother and cousin - Michael, in fact, has the family line that those such as Nick Cave can only dream of having. One side of his bloodline, one set of grandparents, are of an extreme Christian faith where not even televisions were allowed by their churches to be in the homes of the followers...to the other side, one set of grandparents, that stem from murderous hillbilly gangsters) in Indiana 1971, Michael G. Breece was single-minded and essentially locked inside his own head (so much so that this got his nose broken having wondered directly into a baseball bat being swung by his brother in the family home backyard) where he remains to this day.

School: After being raised in a neighborhood where he (literally) fought in the streets, in which he had retiree couples sit in lawn chairs in their opened garages cheering older bigger kids to win said fights due to Breece being the proud owner of a profane mouth. During grade school Michael decided at a very young age that it simply wasn’t for him, he quit paying attention to lessons there entirely. Biding his time, this is where he first became a “professional artist” in by selling drawings of (the metal rock group) KISS. It was also at this grade school in the ‘70’s where an important lesson was learned, that “official channels” were not an option given a crushing moment when a school teacher accused him of tracing a book report cover drawing of (the hall-of-fame baseball player) Willie Mays. Otherwise school was nothing more than a place to eat, sleep and indulge in laughter (later included sass talking, read:cursing out and causing general mischief toward, teachers). Michael finally decided enough was enough and dropped out of high school (only to return the next year enrolled in night school -same one that David Letterman went to, yes...that's right, churning out the legends- in order to receive a diploma as to not further hinder already bleak job possibilities).

Work: Upon his release from prison (also known as the formal education system), Breece embarked on a string of (20+) menial odd jobs (from dishwasher at a nun run “old folks home” to glass etcher to newspaper plant to Goodwill to various other wharehouses and restaurants before landing his current and longest lasting state of employment as a janitor). Once again societal alienation coupled with various emotional problems reared ugly heads causing the numerous job evacuations. As someone with Schizoid Personality, Michael fortunately is no longer forced to endure being around other humans (ultimately the main element of conflict). School and the job force were a constant source of frustration of which didn't subside when Michael came upon various intellectuals and artists. Neither world offered him a "place to be", leaving him within a perpetual state of "tweener" in life.

Music: Fortunate to have access to a well stocked public library (in Indianapolis), many doors were made available to Michael that otherwise would not have been, given the complete and utter lack of culture and art at the family household along with very little education (though a high school graduate, given the complete and utter lack of attention paid during school hours the result is closer to a seventh or eighth grade level of education by formal standards). This is where the realization occurs that there are other like-minded individuals in the world. Everything from Dadaism to French Symbolism is explored, though more importantly the music (along with biographies and interviews) of Claude Debussy, Erik Satie, John Cage, Karlheinz Stockhausen, Pierre Henry, Edgard Varese, Gyorgi Ligeti, Krzysztof Penderecki, Toru Takemitsu and a slew of early electronic composers were found. Still relatively fresh into his exposure phase in his late teens/early 20’s, arthouse cinema (Ingmar Bergman, Andrei Tarkovsky, David Lynch, etc) played an important role as well, though nothing had the impact as the 20th Century Avant-Gardist Composers. It is from this unlikely foundation that Breece has steadily built upon, despite an inability to read or write musical notation nor an understanding of music theory. Armed with electronic keyboards (Casiotone MT-210 then Ensoniq Mirage to currently a Yamaha SY 55 along with an old E-Mu Proteus 2 Orchestral Sound Module) and a multi-track recorder (starting with a boombox with an internal mic to a Tascam cassette 4-track portastudio and now an Akai DPS 16-track digital recorder) Breece is forging a new breed of outsider self-taught Classical/Art music.