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DreamsAreBuriedHere, Now On Sale!!!

My Mi7 Collabs — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 21:05:05 GMT

Not only was I proud to take part in this wonderful project, I'm as joyful to announce that it is now available as a music download—Nice! Well done, Jef, Achim & Artie.

DREAM9 (I'LL BE WHO I WANNA BE)

My Mi7 Collabs — Tue, 23 Sep 2008 02:19:12 GMT

Escaping the land of the dream stealer. Fleeing for my sanity. I*'ll be at home with the real dealer. I am who I wanna be. Fleeing the dream stealer; I'll be who I wanna be. I'm getting out of Dodge. Small minds don't dare to dream, because in reaching for the stars they are made aware of how far it is to fall, so they don*t try. I say *dream big dreams, people, and fear not the fall, nor heed the fool who laughs at those who do.* The fool is only jealous, for in laughing loudest he hopes that others won*t notice he has no dreams of his own. Nor the courage to pursue any. Fantasy, I'll make you my reality; I'll be who I wanna be

(I CAN"T BE SURE, BUT I THINK) I LOVE YOU.

My Mi7 Collabs — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 22:15:44 GMT

All right Boys & Girls, I know what you’re thinking ... yes, I do. That I only do collabs with the Man/The Legend known as Mr. M. Right? Tho’ it may appear so, it’s not entirely true. Anyway, a few nights ago, I was communing with the delectable Mrs. Q; having a high old time, as is our want. “So ‘oos this Mindmovie, geezer, then? Says she. “My dear, please ... Mr. Mindmovie, to you.” “Got any ‘uver music by ‘im, then? ‘Ee’s pretty fab, in’t he?” “I should say his music is very wonderful, my dear. Now, would you pass the bottle of Epernay, that you’ve been hogging all night.” So, with a glass of bubbly in hand, I scoured the computer for more Mindmovie collaborations ... and up came this lil gem that had been hiding for a while. No sooner were the first 8 bars of the track filling the air ... well, Mrs. Q became envigorated—transported into another dimension. She was girating like a cat on heat; sexy dancing up close, next to me, glass of champers firmly clasped in one hand and me in the other. “Mr. Q, is this you singing? You are sexy, Mr Q. I like this song. This is groovy,” says she, “so groovy, in fact, I’m going to send it to my Dad ...” (???) The Story Continues ...

"DREAMS ARE BURIED HERE" OPUS!

My Mi7 Collabs — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 20:51:57 GMT

Yes, boys & girls, the epic in the making, "Dreams Are Buried Here" is finally HERE Click the link to hear the whole piece online. A collaboration with the very wonderful AERONAUT and MINDMOVIE.

It was a fantastic project to be a part of and I am proud of the result. Check out these boys profiles above, to listen to more fab sounds.

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LIFE'S EARLY STUGGLES: THE BIRTHING.

My Mi7 Collabs — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 08:37:41 GMT

So, Mr. M sent me this backing track and immediately I felt it wanted to tell a story. I've had this idea for quite a while and I just needed the right opportunity ... and here it was. LYRICS: As a tiny speck of life, he had a big decision to make. Should he go forward or back? Up or down? Left or right? The determination, however, was made for him. A massive jolt to big mamma’s system sent him flying through a maze of underwater caverns. Murky tunnels beckoned him but he just went with the flow. Somehow he made it to shore and shimmied aboard a big white rock. “I’m so tired, I seem to have been swimming forever; if I can just lay here awhile and catch my breath, I’ll be better able to carry on.” So he lay his head down and the moment it hit that outer shell— “Wohhhh,” he found himself falling down, down, tumbling towards the bottom ... bottom of what, though? “Wait a minute, I’m not falling, I’m floating.” He was inside what seemed to be a big translucent egg looking out at the scene he’d left some moments ago. “Is this a dream?” THIS IS REAL LIFE, REAL LIFE, REAL LIFE. THIS IS REAL LIFE, REAL LIFE, NOWHERE TO HIDE, NOWHERE TO GO. THIS IS REAL LIFE. A storm was brewing outside, but he was nice and secure in his refuge. He waited and watched and conditions got worse. He didn’t want to leave but the membrane was getting thinner. Finally, the tide rose and carried him out into the ocean and the little balloon burst its skin in the angry waters, and he was back where he started. “Should I go forward? ... I think I’ll stay here.” He looked around for shelter. There was none. It was all the same—an underworld of wet shapeless form. There were bright lights and shrieks up ahead, and the big storm behind would certainly dash him against the rocks. “What to do, where to go? Best to wait ... surely, always best to wait?” THIS IS REAL LIFE. The noise suddenly got very loud. Terrifying screams bore down on him as if Armageddon was right around the corner. IT’S SO LONELY WITH NOWHERE TO GO, NOWHERE TO HIDE. ( REAL LIFE, REAL LIFE.) THIS IS REAL LIFE, REAL LIFE, REAL LIFE. THIS IS REAL LIFE. Though his innate sense was to stay perfectly still; like a man trapped inside a burning building who instinctively feels there is no choice but to jump, he turned and fled. Faster and faster he ran. “RAN, I’m running now—I’ve got legs. LEGS!” The snapping at his heals seemed to be gaining. The noise was deafening and the lights so raw, he could feel their heat. “I don’t want to die, if I could just find my egg, I could hide and make no sound and nothing would find me, nothing would hurt me. I‘m drowning in water, WATER? But I’m breathing. How? Nooo, they’ve got me. Big clamp ... on my leg pulling me. WAAAHHH, Nooooooooo—I Don’t Want To Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Some die at birth. Most live. Which is it to be for you? CHOOSE. Blinded by a light in a white sterile room, he was upside down and drowning in fluid, till a hefty slap kick started the baby’s engine into drive. He formed new sounds and gulped first breaths: He had chosen LIFE!

AERONAUT GETS FUNKY ...

My Mi7 Collabs — Fri, 30 May 2008 07:13:33 GMT

You heard me right, Boys & Girls! The Master of Melancholy, Jef De Corte, The Architect behind Aeronaut, here on Mi7, is involved in a selection of musical pieces entitled Dreams Are Buried Here. Throwing his musical credibility to the wind (or do I mean 'out the window?' 8—) ), he offered up a selection of audio files to Artie Q ("erhm," that would be me, dear Mi7 folk) to have fun with ... this is what I came up with. “Falling ...”

Really, it's true. You can just listen ... or

My Mi7 Collabs — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 22:21:03 GMT

Up to you! Well, as Brando said: There are no artists, anymore. We are all salesman. Didn't Rush have a take on that, too?