One day a poet was writing poetry and singing. He was a little hung over and ran into a long lost friend who had left the scene of un-repaired and was doing quite well being un-hungover. They met for a beer, and although un-repair showed up they decided to build something out of lessons learned and the ghost of art passed. They both liked a scrappy orphan from a French Film about stolen dreams and, being motherless, decided to name this being built thing after her. This thing was a band and it was called Miette. It is for the un-repaired who want to believe in the pictures that come when we sleep or rest and also maybe dance a little. It's not always nice but it means well. Salut.
