2007 brings us...
You asked for a paragraph...I gave you a novel.

1) Howdy!
2) Tipping the dishwashers along the way.
3) Like a ghost being boiled alive.
4) Futile peach come hither.
5) Aeon goes to Butlins.
6) With bated breath, we walked out of the liquor store with a cheap case of beer.
7) Ballad of the neo-nazi skinhead who sent the girl with a liberty spiked mohawk straight to hell.
8) Tarkovsky was right, the world does look better in sepia.
9) There was a light, that shot through the window, piercing shadows of a worn night.
10) The study of dipshits on speed going nowhere fast.
11) July 30, 2007: Ingmar plays his last game of chess.
12) The only light on for miles, a used car salesman sits in his small office with wood paneling at 2:36 in the AM.
13) The proud owner of the most pedantic poodle in all of Austria.
14) Remember the time I vomited on the Ferris wheel?

You can download both RAR album here:

"Collected Requiems For Innocence Lost" (2006)
"You asked for a paragraph...I gave you a novel." (2007)
Name: mgb001002.rar
Size: 87MB
The download link is: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=VRTAV7CS

Some samples of "You asked for a paragraph...I gave you a novel." can be found here: DemoBreece


2006 (finally) reveals a full cdr worth of work, very long time coming, tits up...

You can hear tracks from the album - “Collected Requiems For Innocence Lost” - on MySpace : michaelgbreece
Or...just download the entire fucking thing (yes, I am a generous man, don't say I never gave you anything, ya ungrateful bastards) :

"Collected Requiems For Innocence Lost" (2006)
"You asked for a paragraph...I gave you a novel." (2007)
Name: mgb001002.rar
Size: 87MB
The download link is: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=VRTAV7CS

ALBUM TITLE:

“Collected Requiems For Innocence Lost”

The reason I titled this cdr “Collected Requiems For Innocence Lost” is because the material is rather morose, which seemed odd given that the past couple of years have been the happiest and most productive of my entire adult life (still pretty freshly married with a nice new job as well as artistically I was able to create the most satisfying material and more quickly, no less, than usual for me). I think ADULT is the key word here. As I really (some'fuckin'how) did become a true blue adult of late (and it only took more than 30, fucking, YEARS)...just something I feel deep down, something I never felt before...and it was this feeling (of adulthood) that (I think) caused me (subconsciously - ie: when I would fire up the recorder and work) to mourn the loss of the innocence of my youth (so to speak) that I was clutching so tightly to for so long. Granted, I will always retain a certain youthful energy or freshness about me, as I'm not at all down for becoming a stale assed staid fucking Adult or any bullshit like that, but...you know. So between the music coming out slow, cloudy and dark...coupled with this feeling of adulthoood...figured it was an appropriate title.

WORK TITLES (in sequence order):

“Fireflies hover over road kill in an effort to stay balanced”

There was a time of about a year straight where me and the wife took a country road route to work late at night, we would always see SO FUCKING MUCH road kill, I swear. So often our ride to work was like driving through a pet cemetery (or some such shit) - not only raccoons and possums, but also cats and dogs, even saw a slaughtered (via car) deer...poor thing must've gotten trapped in a concrete tunnel on the road then panicked as a vehicle was driving through the tunnel, saw the deer smashed against the concrete wall inside the tunnel. Talk about depressing. All of this really brings the issue of ones mortality to the surface, which is good...to an extent... We've since changed our route, thanks.

“The disappearance of a knife thrower’s assistant (November 13, 1957)"

Track just had a noir'ish quality to it, I think, as well as an odd carnival'like percussion break (I only very rarely use percussion and when I do...it's never ever in a rhythmic manner)...which is what I was fixing to convey with that title, I think it does.

“Traffic won’t budge, as Joseph bleeds profusely in the backseat”

Just a thought about how shit over-crowding is, presented in a "what if" scenario...in the city, you can be a mere 10 minutes away from a hospital yet...might as well be an hour (which can literally be forever, if you were bleeding to death in the backseat).

“Rain bathes a black tar road, he will not reach his destination (for Gus Christofi)”

Gus was the blue-collar man working as a limo driver who was shot and killed by the ex-NBA basketball player (not star, as the media would tell it - I know the NBA well and knew the type of player and personality he was) Jayson Williams (piece-of-shit with a long history of fucked up violent vile behavior - may he one day GET HIS in court, unfortunately...the rich rarely do, as he likely will not either, very sad). Call it an ode to the proletariat.

“Stifling the urge to get an ax from the basement to bash your skull in (for Charles Crumb)”

A modified quote from the late great older brother (and guiding spirit) of the famous underground comic R.Crumb. When I viewed the documentary "Crumb", I found myself riveted by Charles (the most interesting of the three brothers - in fact, I found Robert to be the least). Also he represents the recluse (which I've been, in earnest, for about a decade or so).

“The time for purification is at hand”

A cliché quote attributed to nervous people who have gone too far over the edge, call it an "ode to" those folks.

“The schizoid who drinks tea instead of coffee due to a heart arrhythmia chokes on an apple slice”

This one's dedicated to myself (and ode to me, if you will), I occasionally get PVC's (heart arrhythmias) which occur especially when I drink coffee (that I no longer do) including decaf (isn't really about the caffeine but rather the chemical properties involved in coffee, which is why I can drink black tea, despite it's reasonably high caffeine content). Can be caused if I've over-eaten and/or haven't gotten enough sleep, also stress. At any rate, it's a joke played on myself, I prevent the arrhythmia's (and the frightening feeling PVC's cause) only to die whilst eating an apple (I tend to use apples most to represent the hypocrisy of the medical community).

“Clouded still life on hard wood floors (for Renee Hartevelt)"

Dedicated to Renee (the victim of a murder where she was cannibalized afterward) because I'm sick and fucking tired of that asshole, Issei Sagawa, getting attention and celebrity status (possibly even idolized by some) - such as his own newspaper column and tv show and books in Japan - he's also a fuckface with a rich daddy who paid the court off for his freedom - what a dickhead, motherFUCK him!

“The angel of West Washington Street was raped tonight at the Catalina, Room 27”

On our new route to work, we kept seeing this strange young (maybe 16-18, possibly very early 20's at most) girl walking the street (at all hours - from 6pm to 6am) heading either to or fro a string of dirty sleazy flee bitten motels scattered along the road near a strip joint. At any rate, the first time I saw her I happened to glance up while turning the car, it was still daylight out and she was wearing a flowing white (milkmaid'esque) dress, had very pale skin and long red loose spiraled hair, she looked sort of like a "soiled angel", had an odd vibe to her. Figure the girl's a prostitute. Sadly (?), haven't seen her in a while, hope she's ok.

“Early morning light streams through a window down upon the body of a dead child while a young couple fuck in the next room”

This one stems from a true crime story of a young "goth" couple, the male murdered the females kid because it was crying too much throughout the night...the asshole strangled the child. With this small dead body in the other room, they proceeded to fuck each other silly (these people actually GOT OFF on this shit that they'd done to their own child).

Equipment List : Akai DPS 16-track digital recorder,  Emu Proteus 2 Orchestral sound module,  Yamaha SY 55 keyboard, Digitech TSR 12 efx, Behringer UB1832 mixing board. My recording technique (or lack thereof) is one in which I (if anything) encourage dirt, so...the sound quality (or, again, lack thereof) is rough, just as I like it. The pieces were conceived and realized between 2004-2006.

2004 saw a project (free to all : Programma Di Religione) that called for works of .15 seconds in length, interesting exercise, here's the result...

"pope"

The year 2002 was devoted to sketches...

"untitledsketchthree" (1.83mb)

In which were recorded on my dying Tascam 4-track (which by this point was a 3-track...and is now...your guess would be as good as mine) as well as the basic Sound Recorder from Windows.

Also, I began to utilize a method of graphic notation (which is, essentially, a way of writing music minus the standard notes and such - ala what one normally finds on sheet music). Luckily I'm normally the only performer of my works, so...this method has proven itself to be a success for me personally. Since I don't read nor write music (in the standard sense)...graphic notation is a means of writing music for me (as opposed to certain modern composers using it merely as a novelty or as a means to stretch certain boundaries and whatnot found in written music).

"the formal education of a deity whilst under the influence of basic cable television" (track listing)

The ballad of humanoid - 1994/95/96 (11:17)
The sacrificial worms of stuart (4.13mb) - 1994 (4:24)
The life and times of an embryo - 1994 (2:20)
The space between ones eyes - 1996 (8:20)
The prop - 1998 (3:33)
While driving home from the 9 to 5 - 1991/92 (1:50)
When glass could sleep - 1991/92 (3:20)

*always I'd include other (various) tracks, mood depending on which ones

Recorded and mixed : 1991-98

Equipment employed : Tascam 424 4-Track Recorder, Ensoniq Mirage Sampling Keyboard, Casio-CZ101 Synthesizer Keyboard, DigiTech TSR-12 Multi-Effects Processor and General Electrics micro-cassette recorder

Originally released by : humanoid productions / richmond, virginia

As mentioned above, recorded between the years 1991-98 (essentially my -second, though first with multitracker- "early years" recordings). Most of my early work is spoken word based (which is to say that spoken word was often times the focal point, with audio/sound/music acting more as a backdrop). While I still respect and appreciate spoken word as a legitimate artform and expression...I've since moved onto other audio outlets. In large part I've been a student (informally) of modern classical (or simply "modern music" or twentieth century music") since the age of 19. With each passing year becoming more and more central in my audio world. To the extent now that modern classical is easily the focal point of music for me. While I do plan to occasionally utilize spoken word within my work...it is now only included when it's absolutely called for. At this stage, I would consider my work legitimate "twenty-first century music" (or I suppose "post-modern music") firmly rooted in the vein of classical. As you will hear via the wav.file sample below, I utilize modern means (in both recording technique and concept along with sound - ala field recordings, keyboard/module orchestras, etc). But again, this should not fool you. To be sure, the current state of my work isn't "ambient" nor simply "experimental".

CDRs are available for purchase, $9 (includes shipping - add $2 for orders outside of US, making it $11 total worldwide) for my cdr and my wife's  which also includes a dvdr of an experimental short film my wife and I shot (she edited and composed the score), payable via PayPal, check or money order, contact mgb@pipeline.com for details. The difference between the free MP3 download (above) and this 3 disc package is as follows (for you fidelity whores out there): mine = 51mb (low-end MP3) vs 410mb (high-end AIF) my wife's = 58mb (low-end MP3) vs 426mb (high-end AIF) which is a significant difference in sound quality (I'd have to imagine, though am no fidelity whore myself). As well as you get a DVDR of short films as a bonus in the deal. Making it 2 CDRs (my album + my wife's) + a DVDR that will contain my wife's wonderful experimental short film as well as something by me, as a bonus. That's THREE discs for ONLY 9 bucks (11 outside the States), can't beat that shit with a stick folks!