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This was my first or second attempt at pure avant-garde. I set up a two track recorder and made some noises by slamming the door shut in my bedroom (which is now a part of a music studio) turned on my alarm clock, then grabbed a classic acoustic guitar and improvised whatever came to mind. I did have a poem I wrote called “Stone Hand” which I read as I performed. Again, this was done by totally improvising. It’s not a great work of art or anything, and in some cases, it’s quite embarrassing, but I did have fun doing it and it made me want to do things like this again, which I did many times. I came to realize, after some time had passed, that avant-garde doesn’t have to be planned in any way, shape, or fun (form). You can pre-plan things, but you can also fully experiment with anything that comes to mind. Regardless of what someone thinks of this bizarre recording, it made way for me to continue writing more “normal” songs. This song does feature an one take overdub of a flute and bass part I integrated into the song after I did the initial silly performance. This is song #141.

Recorded at The CELL BLOCK Studio in Auburn, WA.

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All Right, Test, Test, Test. 1-2-3-4. Wo!
With Me And My Alarm Clock, Yeah.
Me And My Alarm Clock, Clock, Clock, Clock, Clock, Click-Ity Clock.

I Sit Upon A Falling Star. I Sit Beneath The Throne.
I Lack The Things To Make Me Here.
My Heart Has Turned To Stone.
I Say The Things That Make Me Well, But I Don’t See The Right,
To Take My Hand, The One I Had And Bring It Into Sight.
They Stoned My Hand Before I Die; The King Is My Own Shell.
I’ll Kill Him Now Before I’m Dead, I’ll Send Him To His Hell.
He Killed My Race Of Human Man; Thou Shall Not Want To Kill.
But When It Comes To My Own Love, Death Is My Own Will.
I’ll Grab His Gut And Kill His Soul, My Hand Of Flesh And Bone,
But Now The King Is Dead And Gone, I Lost My Hand Of Stone.
Now I’m Free Of His Insight, I’ll Go Out To The Sea
And Toss My Hand Of Stone Away And Walk Away So Free.

Hoah! Yes I Heard My Friend, Oha, Oh Ho-Ho!
The Alarm Clock And Me, Thank You Very Much. You’re Welcome!
Thank You Very Much, The End!

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from EXCREMENT HITS THE OSCILLATOR (2024 Remaster), released May 18, 2015
Wayde K. Brown

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The Santairs Auburn, Washington

I am a musician, singer, and songwriter doing this part-time but have been doing it all my life. I started singing before I could talk at the age of one, and wrote my first real song at 15 years of age. (If you count avant-garde as a song, then the age would be 7.) I currently own my own recording studio; and I write, perform, and record my own music (and other's from time to time.) I am Santairs. ... more

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