Out Now – Manitou – Landscape, Histories and Sentiment


Hey there. About ten years ago I released a recording called All Points North under the Manitou pseudonym. It was my second letterpress-printed CD edition and a love letter to the city of Detroit, my home, for all intents and purposes. It was impressionistic with reflections on time and experience, but also not, a “Matt Borghi” record… I went into kind of a different process and different state of mind to make that record.

Ten years on, over the summer of 2015, I decided to visit that mindspace again and created a new Manitou record, possibly the last, this is a historical reflection on the city of Detroit, the city of my family, the city of my ancestry. For me, there’s little reflection on or identification  with the northern Italy of my great grandparents and my family name, nor is there much reflection on my Scotch-Irish Appalachian roots, instead, I’m a Detroiter, quintessentially, of mixed ethnic origin, steeped in many cultures and many experiences with an overtone of post-industrial morose and a hopeful optimism for tomorrow’s future. So, this is a long-winded way to say that the latest Manitou record is out. All of the tracks are named after things in 19th and early 20th century Detroit, the Detroit that I heard stories about on the knees of grandparents and looked at longingly in books when we were the “Paris of the Midwest”.  That’s it. There’s not much more for me to say. I hope you enjoy the recording and enjoy the experience.

Links for listening, purchase, etc…

Amazon – http://amzn.to/1kB9P5R

iTunes – https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/landscape-histories-sentiment/id1044015330

CD – http://kunaki.com/Sales.asp?PID=PX00H1TCH5


You offer nothing
in the name
of peace
and good will
and expect that the
mere presentation
of words
has the same
and real,

The cesspool will support you

until they don’t.

That will be a good day for us.

Forward motion

Left over motion
the hues of fall
cold rain

memories of michigan
as the descent into
winter crawls
from the folds of the
horizon’s light.

what can be said,
that hasn’t been said
a thousand times.

the inner conversation
as cold nights
are drawn out
under star-filled

we  toil,
but never stop anticipating.

hopeful hearts.

Wasted bits…

You can put it
all together
Stack it up
and look for some
some meaning.

The mind is good for

Some meaning will come,
some pattern will emerge,
but does it matter
when everything is stacked up
accounted for
and evaluated
or is it just some wasted bit
of energy
that has us perched up
making meaning
looking for patterns
like making shapes
in the


Jazz Age

I don’t listen.
I don’t want to.

I can hear that there’s
something there,

but I’m disinterested,
I’m more interested in what I hear in my

Isn’t that the way it is now?
Little rectangles glow out messages
and notions from
wash up like
surging waves
of nothing,
just short of something,
the shore
of consciousness.

There must be something I’m missing.