Today's CD bookmark

matthew florianz - maalbeek cd. worldwide mail order. 24 hour dispatch.
http://www.shopsonic.com/product_details.php?id=1200

Matthew has a new album available as of February 2008. More ambient smoothness as usual. Solid strong stretching ohm factor, good for centering chakras and such.
This is an electronic instrumental soundscape more in line with his early productions as opposed to a few recent works Florianz achieved with Erik T'Sas or Joris de Man that contained situational real world space (ie:field recordings) mixed with musings of instrumentation. Matthew Florianz was voted Best In Ambient in the 2002 ElectronicScene.com Music Awards

ElectronicScene, ambient, notable artists

Mar 3 08

rum toita ticky tack
rum toyte hey
rum toita ticky tack
rum poite hey

come dusting down my borders
with sniffing hounds at bay
i bid you do no quarter
with those who will not pay

a tribute to my neighbor
who lives with me each day
you know I'm strange and angry
life has turned me out this way
(given to dis may)

but truly if you know me
you'll know I'm fairly sane
I'll feed you in the evening
with pictures from your dreams
i'll feed you bedtime stories
of humanity obscene

[ we'll learn the way is brighter
when lit from deep with-in]

thank god for the innocent
thank god for those who bleed
thank god for the sweet sweet innocent
for they're the first to leave

leave us their oiled ashes
embellished in Pomp and circumstance
let us harbor no resentment
for those who pay the rent

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This is the odd bit of writing I have lieing around (written January 2006). I have no idea why I wrote it, I seem to be channeling something (someone?) else. I think everyone knows what pompenstance is but I can not find a definition for it. Maybe a contraction of "Pomp and circumstance" [In fact it made more sense so I edited to suit]

 

On Toita:  http://word.world-citizenship.org/word/index.php/wp-archive/1417

As a brain eater I must make some statement on my mental state. I maintain the true state of Brainbelly is not one of dementia or leaving of the senses, but rather, the absorption of mental essence, throbbing through the eatable bits and bytes of brain matter strewn about by so many as dandruff in a flake bowl. Now are we our driftyness abound in untidy sounde bites, embroiled with butter and bitter greens. Would I would not leave it thus but for the tiny ants that make their way to crumbs of thoughts, for tidy is their bidwell. Indeed I mean it well for all mensch folk and git giddy norm too. But I make no qualms on battered shores, just a mini bite of mentia galore.