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Welcome to the Asylum

2011-05-13T12:40:00.001-04:00

The Messenger's Confrontation with Multiple Near Death Experiences

2010-05-04T12:18:00.000-04:00

The Messenger's Confrontation with Multiple Near Death Experiences by MSB Productions

WOMP

2010-05-04T12:17:00.000-04:00

WOMP from Machine Should Be Productions on Vimeo.

Andrew Sunday, March 28, 2010

2010-04-02T12:59:00.001-04:00

Andrew Sunday, March 28, 2010 from Machine Should Be Productions on Vimeo.

Echo's Answers

2010-04-02T12:58:00.001-04:00

Echo's Answers from Machine Should Be Productions on Vimeo.

Friday March 12 2010

2010-03-12T13:35:00.002-05:00

Friday March 12 2010 by MSB Productions

Maggie and Ava

2010-02-24T19:16:00.001-05:00

Maggie and Ava from Machine Should Be Productions on Vimeo.

Roshi and Jason with their Breakfast

2010-02-19T14:57:00.001-05:00

Roshi and Jason with their Breakfast from Machine Should Be Productions on Vimeo.

New Name News

2010-02-09T00:46:00.001-05:00

Out of consideration for another company in California with the same name (who can't return a simple email, acting like their hot shit), we have decided to run and keep the "B Name". Same great Taste, New Look.

2009-10-27T00:12:00.001-04:00

My Dinner with Kim

2009-10-26T12:59:00.003-04:00

Sergey's Pilates Studio Promo 1

2009-10-16T17:51:00.001-04:00

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http://sergeyspilatesstudio.com/
Video by: Timothy A. Mahr
Audio recording by: Jiyoung Kim
Music and mixing by: Random Animal
Filmed on location in Albany, NY on Saturday, October 10, 2009

Scooter Pie's Reaction

2009-10-16T16:46:00.001-04:00

Cat in Kitchen

2009-10-15T16:49:00.003-04:00

An Oldie but A goodie!

2009-08-28T03:09:00.002-04:00

Bows and Arrows. - Sometimes the Fur Turns Brown
I want to start embedding the blog with players plus option to download. This is the first of many to come. Kind of an experiment really. Enjoy! P.S., sorry for the adds

Metal Bird

2009-08-22T06:57:00.006-04:00

Here's a track I did to let some steam off. Enjoy!

BC freestylie

2009-06-23T16:40:00.004-04:00

Click to download the latest track...Whipping them out today. Remind you, these tracks are for a themed Album and WILL sound different when the entire piece is finished. Until then, enjoy!
File was originally entitled "For a boy like me", but by request from the artist, The title has now been dropped, and will remain known as a freestyle jam until further notice. Please make these changes manually once you have finished the download. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Tonight (On The Freeway) Download

2009-06-23T14:31:00.001-04:00

Second Installment of the theme album is here! Click to have some FUN!

MissFortune Download

2009-06-18T13:57:00.003-04:00

This is a song that Blaise and I worked on. It's part of a theme album that's currently in the mix.
P.S.~Download it. It's just one track geesh

Helpless Consumption

2009-05-07T20:11:00.000-04:00

Product Placement

Publish at Scribd or explore others: Brochures & Catalogs placement Business-Marketing

Bell

2009-05-02T17:02:00.002-04:00

This is a fun track I recorded with some interesting individuals. It's going to be used in a documentary created by Michael Sylvester and M.A.R.S. Worldwide Productions (currently in post-production).
Bell

The actual Music EP for Jesus Hopped the 'A' Train is officially out!

2009-05-01T21:07:00.004-04:00

You can download the 9song .zip file here. I threw in some bonuses for you fans out there.

The A Train Downloads

2009-04-20T11:18:00.001-04:00

I've made some changes to some of the songs, so I'll post the URLs shortly. Just really busy as of late.

Music for "Jesus Hopped the 'A' Train" (EP)

2009-04-15T11:09:00.003-04:00

The original Mary Jane/Angel Theme. What you here first (the Badu beat) could be considered the Mary Jane representation, and the Simon and Garfunkel twist (Remixed from the Boxer) is an interesting rep for Angel, don't you think?
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=08GLRQT5

Mary Jane/Angel Remix. Just took the original and slowed it 50%. I think Erykah's voice snippit sounds almost meditative here.
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=WUBXDVCT

For Now, I'm calling this the Main theme, Partly for the 'train-like' qualities found in the beginning, and also the religious magazine rhetoric audio sample I pulled. The guy is reading from a Religious magazine that is dedicated to bashing Charles Darwin. I thought that the sample was fitting, all the while being festive! (C. Darwin died in the month of April FYI).
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=IC821YIJ

The original Lucious/Valdez Theme. Both samples are remixes from Bobby Womack (you know '110th street' and 'Jackie Brown' stuff). What you hear first (the beat) I felt as being 'more' Lucious, and the ohhhs are Valdez (seeing as I wanted him to have an ominous and ever lurking thematic presence.
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=X63UVIQ6

Lucious/Valdez Remix-I made it so the Mary Jane/Angel Theme could go with the original Lucious/Valdez Theme. Tedious as hell, but they mix quite well actually!
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=MKZVFJUW

2009-03-17T11:31:00.000-04:00

Drug Use on UAlbany campus from Timothy Mahr on Vimeo.

2009-03-11T10:12:00.003-04:00

2009-01-31T12:22:00.001-05:00

Click here to download Installment #2.
And here to download Grassyfields.

The Quilt

2008-07-24T09:37:00.002-04:00

A disguise for disgust
or just keeping warm?
Frank was a dead man
but i have thought it over
and over

and

o v e r.
now i am moving forward.
three blocks and i
have ruined everything.
keep my pace. keep my AMBITION.
cut my hair. get in shape.
saving what?
warmth? love? truth? face?

soon...
i'm out on the back deck
watching the snow come out through the night
resting on the driveway.
i'm standing alone with
the porch light refracting
through the water in my eyes.
thinking.
drinking my drink
thinking my think.
burning letters in the sink.
burning you in the sink.
the future is a funny place.
you always say you know it
until you see it.
then you realize
you didn't know shit.
if i could count on these fingers
to say what i'm feeling
then a real musician i would probably be
if i could count on these fingers
the days i've spent reeling
would it make any difference how you'd see me?

oh but now years have passed.
i look fine i guess.
you, you look great.
with no regret.
but me, there in the background
i am drowning in it.
i could have been better.
i could have been better.
i could have been better.
i'm glad you have gotten what you have always wanted
i really am.
but i can't bring myself to wake up anymore.
you were right all along.
but, i guess, so was I.

and now, here i am again.
24 again.
wearing this quilt around like a magic fleece
only thinking about myself.
i could write songs
preaching my affection and and violations
but i
am
too
lazy.

i am doing this.

The color of your Lips

2008-04-29T10:02:00.002-04:00

Lips are colored with rose red blood flow
The bottom lip made up of two small cherries side by side
Light pink like the deep flesh pushed to the surface by forceful pouting
The upper lip is a different kind of cherry-
Smeared across to make a smile-
Not like on the bottom that resembles the tiny developed nipple-
This boy
This woman
Machine helps man find baby-time- enter- canyon-time- feel- assumptions- that music will work- but it is visual if you shut your eyes and spit on the page with lust with-lust /with loft remember waking up the next morning in your old town Manhattan Loft- still drunk and smelling a joint freshly lit down the narrow stairs- So I join them- a boy we met the night before- someone stole my knife while I was rolling around in performance grandeur. The bastards didn’t even know what that thing meant to me. You’re something beautiful your hair has a magic flow as the colors- blond shaped perfectly around your face. And your friend who has her hair up in a retro housewife beaten dog looks like it was done to replicate spaghetti dinner. Your wink and quick nod, built for the world to see- I can’t hear you. What you both are talking about. I only see your lips move stiffly. I don’t understand as I look away. One would think that they would be more graceful- they would be more soft- moving on their own. Your friend’s chin sticks when she talks- probably has a terrible Long Island accent. The kind that wants to forget daughterhood. Sisterhood-being a child in the green parks and breezes. Its lost now- you’ll probably get irritated when you have kids and your daughter tries to remind you of these perfectly cosmic moments of experience and newness. You will wrinkle your nose and say, “Stop that!” sternly and without understanding of her free gaze- her free green breeze and seas. Under seas in a bathing-momentum-sway. A while passes before you can poke your head up- bursting the oceans displaceable membrane-skin- to catch your breath- and open your eyes- smelling the painted concrete- yellow- texture accented by dark- unpainted bits- dirty or just old. Blue paint to remind you where the ocean came from so the community pool can replace. Like a breast is replaced by my mouth- or an ass into my throat- creating a humane- chain- of- flesh- in tan- walls- cold- and dark- soft bed- and ass in the air raised and ready- let my throat touch you.

my e.p.s

2008-04-23T22:25:00.003-04:00

on the advisement of timothy, i am posting my 4 e.p.'s up for download here.
i hope you know how to use torrents, because that's how i'm doing them.
love,
a.

http://thepiratebay.org/tor/4152642

For R. Creeley

2008-04-22T15:38:00.001-04:00

For all the Awards: For E. Pound

2008-04-22T09:59:00.003-04:00

The moments
of Rupture
-how many are there?
-how many?
the Strategy
the Principle
the Flower
the Thumb
-little and
soft, with wrinkles.
Little single ideas
That rise from the Sea-
The Torso-
a Leviathan
a Belly of senses.
an Eternity
of nerve Endings
fashion their responses in waves
Fishes
Swinging in the Flow
of every direction.

the faster i move

2008-04-17T20:06:00.002-04:00

the faster i move
the older you get
the older you get
the further i am
the further i am
the lonelier i become
the lonelier i become
the happier you are
the happier you are
the worse i feel
the worse i feel
the more no one knows
the more no one knows
the happier i am
the happier i am
the less i create
the less i create
the smaller the chance of being anything
the smaller the chance of being anything
the more you don't know me
the more you don't know me
the lonelier i am
the lonelier i am
the further away you seem to get
the further away you seem to get
the faster i move
to catch up to you.

Unfortunate Mirror

2008-03-05T14:58:00.002-05:00

i don't believe in string
generally, solids, either.
i don't believe in chaos
or a plan.
i fucked with you once
you said if i didn't believe in anything
that was a belief.
it's not. if it was
i would have said
i believe in nothing.
you know
for 12 years of school
you are kind of slow.
away from you.
onto you.
or me.
unfortunate mirror.
you have all of my traits.
fortunate mirror.
you are nothing like me.
show'em how funky, strong is your fight
it does fucking matter.
EVERYTHING FUCKING MATTERS
added for emphasis.
nyquil.
i will not call for the end of society.
but,
that does not mean i cannot be optimistic.
that does not mean i cannot think...
don't feed me "you".
i can barely stomach "me".
i used to chew pills dry
it tastes awful
i immediately would need to drink orange juice.
everyone needs a reason to get out of bed.

Free Download

2008-03-03T21:42:00.002-05:00

"From the Moon and Back"
enjoy

it's an .rar archive file downloadable from megaupload. just follow the instructions.

2008-02-29T13:48:00.000-05:00

2008-02-29T13:15:00.004-05:00

On a cold Saturday in New York City, the world’s largest train station came to a sudden halt. Over 200 Improv Everywhere Agents froze in place at the exact same second for five minutes in the Main Concourse of Grand Central Station.

New Face

2008-01-31T21:14:00.000-05:00

I'm Watching the tree's breath
Tonight
I'm watching the tree's breath

Sinking into the ground
Breath in Deep
Earth-dirt
Turning my skin black

Radio Tunes
Sound waves humming
Underneath MY new skin
Breaking into my dream state
We have all learned to dream
Dream late
Late

Born again
I am born again
Watching the trees breath
In.
Leaves shake
Dance my feet in the mud
of My new day
New Face

Watching Trees

The Man who wrote of Tigers

2008-01-31T21:02:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I still hear you
Sometimes I still hear you
Your descriptions
of the clouds over head
So Sweet

Sometimes I still hear you

Hear you

You

Your descriptions

Hear Overhead

"They had such sweet voices"
"I never heard them speak"
"It is probably for the best"

Sometimes I still hear You

Passionate Compassion

2008-01-30T18:49:00.000-05:00

Walking through wilderness with passionate compassion
to the few of us is the success of the global trade-wealth
Is to those men and women in charge.
We enter a world with nude sticks and stones
And exit having thrown them all against the ceiling of glass—
A fortress laid down around us.
No property rights—
Here only property is taken.
A photograph—a still—a frame.
Hold on to something that was never ours,
or cast it away with our sticks and stone—
Bare bones and horse race—
SHOOT THE LAME ONE!
THAT ONE!
THAT’S IT RIGHT IN THE KNEECAP!
I have seen the designer standing at podium pose
Looking out over the crowd-
and all he saw was the calculation of our dreams-
a limitless well- quantified by paper bag scientists at the helm of early human kind… human kind… humankind… kind of a kind…human…
when will I walk upright?

I found a girl skipping bare ankled and
until she saw me coming and so stopped.
Dead in‘er tracks. An’shiverin’.
Phantom limbs- those memories.
Those squeeking wheel lectures by old women that have made a name for them selves
Pulling hairs out of their mink skinned hats.
I asked her if she was traveling alone.
She just smiled a stick and stone smile.

There’s a government official on the lose!
Official office space for rent.
Looks like the guy had enough and decided to go join the real circus!
So whose gonna take it?
I can’t. Got my arms full over here.
I heard a song written by a friend of mine and it was entitled Gravity.
It said almost everything we’ve ever said together with our four grinning stick-lips.
Lap it up with a stone tongue— and rolly stone eyes
when the revolution comes—
remember what your father said—standing in his best podium pose—
Hark the Herald Angels Sing!
A new officer is here to check in!
This one looks like he’ll be around for a while.
Put his feet up on the six o’clock bad acting
and juggle a few channels
…From bad to worse.
There’s nothing better than relaxing after a long day at the breakfast table!
Lets open up the frontpage news- what’s in store?
The hours have changed!
Shoot the pepper head right between the eyes for mixin’ up this junk!
It’s givin’ me’a backache!
A headache!
A stone-ache! Now, where is my gavel so I can go down to the courthouse an’ put a stop to this!
...Here it is!
The judge looks to his right swoops up the feeble wooden hammer in a single motion standing up from his leather sofa wearing nothing but a loosely tied satin bathrobe—open just enough to cover his loose and sagging flesh- swaying from side to side between his legs. A tool that’s lost its purpose. That’s how he refers to it now.
He takes a few steps over to his mantle and peers up at a painting of a group of men in tabards. Those were the days eh? Having to beat a mackerel over the head just to make it to morning drill. Nope. A man can’t live without God. God and a good pair of wings. He shuffles to the table—papers scattered.

Back At it...

2008-01-24T13:29:00.000-05:00

Well here we are, on another peer2peer and I hope that it's safe to say that I feel good about this one- no messy set-up- and there is a sense of simplicity with this site. We may never know. I am in the middle of William Gibson's Pattern Recognition and it is truly an inspiring read. Perhaps in the near future, I will post some pics and video of some media that I am working on. But for now... We'll toast to tomorrow!