michaelgbreece's channel

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.

Classical music for the working class, yes. Driving to and fro work, no. At the pub, no. Before a worker's rights rally, no. Think more...after you've thrown in the towel on your life and you're in the car with a bomb strapped to your chest heading toward your bosses house or an ex-lover's, THIS is YOUR soundtrack! Or...What is needed, when you're stuck at just 9 prostitutes murdered, to take your streak to the NEXT! level? MY music, that's what! How about when it's 3 in the A.M. and your sitting on the couch drunk watching tv with the sound off as Suzanne Summers has a nervous breakdown on the home shopping network? Well, I'M YOUR MAN! Just press play and my music shall guide you.

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