OBJECT
object name: mv-moussevingt. 
object of the object: to make music. 
secondary objects: produce pleasure, 
awareness and detachment. 
produce calm or frantic involvement, 
provoke cathartic release. 
objective object description not possible.

CHAIN OF MEANING
mv, mousse20, moussevingt, mv-moussevingt,
foamtwenty, schaumzwanzig, espumaveinte, schiumaventi.
the foam of the twentieth century is still with us,
l'écume du vingtième siècle est toujours parmi nous, 
der schaum des zwanzigsten jahrhunderts 
ist immer noch unter uns,
el espuma del siglo veinte esta todavia con nosotros,
la schiuma del novecento e sempre con noi.

PEOPLE
marc clement: voice, keyboards, sampling
cedric czaika: bass, baritone guitar, sampling
samuel reinard: guitars, voice, laptop, technical setup
THINGS DONE RECENTLY
interactive sampling and audio gallery environment for entrez - installation photographique interactive 2002.
score for director marc baum's staging of caryl churchill's far away 2003.
score for christian neuman's optical bleach, a three-minute short film, 2004.
score for A. Anould and F. Lentz’s ID-Project, dance/video/theatre performance, 2004

recording sessions cdrs: 
- lovesongsformachines 1&2 2002
- far away ep 2003
- the tuning up demonstration cd-r version 2004
these were all home made. entrez and far away were collaborations with 
I L L independent little lies company (theatre & performance).

 WORDS
Balloons in our heads should keep us fresh // late at night after hard work.
Le monde est un corps et c’est le mien qui est tourné vers le dehors.
It’s for the public good…
What is there to compromise/ I won’t keep asking who you are.
You shouldn’t ask what’s behind the cracks in the walls.
Réarrangez vos coïncidences/ Veuillez toucher s’il vous plaît…
The sunset’s a fake show: hard disk rotations to load the next day. 
I have been in a place // where the cards are turned and mean nothing at all - yeah yeah.
You travelled two hundred miles just to see me shake on a wall just a foot high…
My coat holds my shoulders and my spine... everything’s alright...
I was told that I could write // whatever I’d want // whatever I’d like // but I prefer to waste my time // and watch how people carry themselves.

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