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Artist: Dan Oatman Title: Carl The Eisegete Release #: MIF190 Format: Book / CD Release Date: May 21st, 2001 “What color is the sky? Blue. Take a handful of the sky. Take a handful of the ocean, Will you? They appear clear. Do you see through?” Carl The Eisegete is a companion guide to the work of the late Carl Reed who lived and wrote at the Saint Vincentian Monastery at Niagara University. It's offered as a hand-bound book with (an) ink print {a kaleidoscope of thanks to one Laci Hess} and includes a CD with 12 songs in Mono. Side A - Genus Six - 26:11 Side B - The Ever-Changing Permanents - 34:11 In one's hands, it is a playful approach to a concept kept on the tip-of-a-tongue tucked into the pocket-of-a-cheek. In another's, it's an aid in contemplating the relative differences between multitudes and scattered singularity. Take it, and take from it, as you will. Make it, and make of it, as you may. Sake it with the grain. All good things to you in time and place, Dan |
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Artist: Dan Oatman Title: (th)e-free (3) e.p. Release #: MIF112 Format: CD / Online Release Release Date: April 22, 2009 (th)e-free (3) e.p. is a free three song e.p. written and recorded over the course of three days in April of 2009. The tracks are available here for mp3 download -or- at shows on cd-r with varied packaging constructed of ink, duct tape, re-used book jackets, cardboard, and paper bags. 01. An Instrumental Metaphor [MP3] 02. Three Abbreviations [MP3] 03. Lemonade [MP3] Available at shows or by contacting Dan at dan_oatman@yahoo.com |
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Artist: Dan Oatman Title: Antibiography / Antibiography and Other B-Sides Release #: MIF083 Format: Book / CD Release Date: December 26, 2008 Antibiography is a reflective collection of writings - all of which were primarily intended to be, and have been, sung. Antibiography & Other B-Sides 01. The Robin Hood Complex 02. Warm Gun [MP3] 03. Summit With Perdott 04. Antibiography Available at shows or by contacting Dan at dan_oatman@yahoo.com |
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Artist: Dan Oatman Title: The Devil Went Down to Sitidos and Other Songs of Love and Paranoia Release #: MIF062 Format: CD Release Date: June 1, 2008 The Devil Went Down to Sitidos and Other Songs of Love and Paranoia dawns a precursive monologue followed by a collection of six songs about paranoia or/and love. All songs were mostly written and fully recorded in an attic on Gompers Avenue in Indiana, PA. 01. The Devil Went Down to Sitidos [MP3] 02. Samson 03. Feet In Suits [MP3] 04. I Meet You Yesterday 05. Song 06. Twenty 'ot Seven [MP3] 07. Bug Available at shows or by contacting Dan at dan_oatman@yahoo.com |
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Artist: Dan Oatman Title: Self Titled Release #: MIF059 Release Date: MAR 2 5 2008 Format: CD (Out of Print) 1. Money and Time [MP3] 2. Time and Money 3. Prelude for the Birds [MP3] 4. Song for the Birds "hey man im gonna send one email for each release....hopefully that makes it easy to sort through....this ones for "Self Titled".....theres an artwork file and two mp3s....i still dont have all of them due to a long story that results in me buying a recorder and recording myself....so this can just be listed as out of print or something....but theres music for what its worth...." |
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Artist: Dan Oatman Title: 10.13.07 Release #: MIF024 Format: CD 01. The Devil Went Down To Sitidos [MP3] 02. Tweezers Vs. Splinters: Round 1 [MP3] 03. Kick Back 1929 [MP3] 04. Time And Money [MP3] 05. The Tahneen [MP3] Please visit + give thought to these websites: thesenumbers.com myideaoffun.org thehungersite.com Recorded by Brandon Locher Photography by Jacob Koestler |
| The Devil Went Down To Sitidos A Monologue (2007) A late evening about two thousand years before the current era in what we now call Iraq. It's hot. The scene is a large mass of discard a few miles outside of town, consisting almost entirely of human excrement and broken pottery shards. It piles possibly twenty feet high; or more. At the peak of the fill sits an extensively inoperable man that one could mistakenly classify as being something similar to a human. His skin appears tremendously crisp; freckled with complimentary puss-centered sores about half the size of your fist. He's naked. In his hands are intensely knife-like shards of pottery spewing wet with human filth-- which he is perpetually using to lacerate and drain his swollen plagues. He is throbbing and sweating blood. He does not speak. A woman enters aimlessly from the right; a vagrant seemingly detached from whereabouts and pace. She makes a few steps past the man; then stops. She looks at the sky. Her body begins to turn counter-clockwise, slowly and lackadaisically, chin up, almost full circle, until her vision meets that of the man at the peak of the fill. She opens her mouth... You wouldn't believe it. I had to leave. ( She reaches and leans forward; as if to whisper a drunken secret from twenty feet away. Her arms submerge to their elbows in the excrement. ) I told him to curse his god and die. ( She recoils and pauses a moment while futilely wiping filthy arms with filthy hands. Her gaze returns to the man. ) And all along we thought that we would live there and grow old. Now I don't live there...feels like I never lived there. ( The man doesn't show any signs of noticing her appearance; let alone make a response. ) And all along we thought that we would build good lives for our kids. Now they don't live there...now they don't live. ( Looking to the ground and seemingly aside. ) But, they were meant to be. They were meant to...be. (Looking back up at the man.) Can you help me, stranger? Why don't you speak to me? Can't you hear me, leper? Why don't you speak? Pause. (Then she begins again to rotate slowly in the same direction, looking at the sky; away from the man and overlooking the audience. All while turning...) Have you no shame - Ha - Shem - What's in a name if you don't take blame? When you see this man do you cry? I just sigh-- and you can't fix me. ...cause I don't really think that you can really fix what you destroy. Once you've fixed it, it's not the same. ( The man doesn't notice her. He continues the lacerations.) I don't really think that you can really fix what you really destroy because once you've really fixed it, it's not the same as it was before. (She completes her revolution and her vision, again, meets the man.) Is this what we are meant to be?... A pause. (And then, with breathless astonishment..) I don't believe what i see........ (She becomes frantic; struggling, yet practically running up the fill, screaming...) Job! (She reaches the peak and kneels next to Job. He still does not notice her presence.) Don't you remember? You kissed me not your god. Don't you remember when you kissed me, baby? (Madly.) Baby....baby...baby. Baby! Baby?! My Joby! M..my...my Joby! (Her hands on his shoulders.) Won't you look at me? Don't you recognize me, my baby? (He continues cutting; undeniably no acknowledgement.) My Joby!... My Joby. (Her cheek on his chest.) My baby... |
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| Kick Back 1929
If you think you're going crazy and you say, “I'm going crazy,” you aren't real - ly going crazy. If you say you're going crazy and you think your thoughts are thoughtful- ly falling out of your head, your head's in the clouds. And it is a stroll in the clouds, isn't it? Sing to yourself, “Can't you sing?” If you think, you're going crazy. If you speak, you're going crazy. You aren't real - ly going crazy. Say to yourself, “You're going crazy,” and think your thoughts are thoughtless- ly falling out of your head. Bury your head in the ground. But you are the stroller in the clouds, aren't you ? Sing to yourself, “Can you see the happenings beneath your soles but still studder, 'Na, na, No - I don't see a thing.'?” I hide words like these in notebooks to remind myself of what I would say in a larger body-- but they are more than okay on their own. And they are more than okay right here. I'll read them when the stock market crashes again-- and you know that it will. I'm telling you, “It will.” It will |
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| Time and Money Give me hands, and swinging arms, and a key so I can show that I am still something without you here. What are we if we are kept in attics but we are never used by anyone? We're never used by anyone. Let the things that are down rise up again. Like all things electronic, I'm forgotten and I'm missing my battery door. It's hard living in an attic lacking insulation when all the batteries have killed themselves-- licking themselves for warmth. I used to know a guy who'd die every night by staring at the T.V.-- And every morning I'd scare him to life again. He used to check on me to see how I'd changed, and I change constantly-- but somehow in a cycle and so I remain the same. Let the things that are down rise up again . You should have seen me there. (So, where are we if we still have a future but we're somewhere past the present?) |
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| The Tahneen A Tragic Farce (2007) THE PLAYERS: DOVE THE INSTRUCTOR There is some confusion of his identity; teacher, old world prophet, lunatic. His clothes sag from his body-- very apparently consisting of as much water as is cotton and polyester. His skeleton is wrapped in a corduroy skin—wrinkled from what would appear to be years of constant bathing. THE TAHNEEN A group cast not for their sense of acting, but for acrobatic skill-- the amount corresponding to the size of the theater. Preferably all female; preferably small theater. They are all dressed exactly alike-- something very similar to the outfit of a monk from the middle ages; Black cloth; Hoods on their heads. Underneath they may require some form of padding for the end of the scene. As for their lines, all the actors speak in unison-- like a loud chant. THE STAGE: is dimly lit; small floorlights run along it's perimeter providing subtle illumination of the surrounding walls. The walls are painted cartoonishly with images of the innards and throat of a whale. Adding to the “cartoonish” and animated feel of the set and characters, a spotlight from the ceiling shining perfect circle on center stage (slightly closer to the front of the stage)-- the light being natural sunlight coming through the blowhole of the whale. THE SCENE: DOVE is unseen—crouching in the pit. THE TAHNEEN are to the backs of the audience—half on each side. As the lights in the theater dim, the sound of ocean waves can be distantly heard-- growing louder and seemingly closer until it sounds as if a great wave is sweeping over the audience. During the sound of this “great wave,” THE TAHNEEN run carrying a giant cloth and sweeping it above the heads of the audience. As the “wave” carries over their heads, the curtain is quickly drawn-- THE INSTRUCTOR is on stage, to either side of the spotlight, only partially in the light. As THE TAHNEEN reach the front of the theater, they lay the cloth in the pit-- where DOVE is seen being thrown (leaping) onto the stage. As THE TAHNEEN exit side doors, DOVE lands, facing THE INSTRUCTOR, on his hands and knees... DOVE [ Still coughing and gagging from the water ] You do? THE INSTRUCTOR Oh, yes, but I don't think we realize the size of our lives. So, I suggest we cross our sneaky eyes. THE TAHNEEN What's he have to say? DOVE Well, you know… [ Trailing off and somewhat astounded at the appearance of THE TAHNEEN] THE INSTUCTOR [ Interrupting ] …how to see the stars in the skies! Even when you're blind, just press in on your eyes [ making a laughably childlike gesture; his fingers pressing against his eyes] And you will see shapes and lines that shine and float free. DOVE You do? THE INSTRUCTOR Oh-yeah-you-do! DOVE Oh. Yeah! You do! [ Dancing and singing excitedly ] Do do do do do – do do do do – do do do do do do – dee di di dee! THE TAHNEEN [ Joining the dance ] Ooo! Aah! THE INSTUCTOR [ Aside—or, to the audience ] Oh, Dove. DOVE [ Interrupting and removing his hands from his eyes ] Wait, wait! I don't have the time for this or other tricks. I need to get outside. Can you find... THE TAHNEEN [ Interrupting and removing their hands from their eyes ] No! THE INSTRUCTOR ...a way to make you blind? You must be out of your mind! THE TAHNEEN No! No! No! DOVE Don't you see? This is not where I am to be. If you can find a way out for me then I will find one for you. THE INSTRUCTOR Don't you see? THE TAHNEEN Oh! THE INSTRUCTOR There is no way out of here. DOVE Haven't you looked up above you? THE TAHNEEN Oh! Oh! Oh! THE INSTRUCTOR [ Standing directly in the light and looking upward ] I see! DOVE Oh yeah? You do? THE INSTRUCTOR Oh-yeah-I-do! [ Dancing and singing excitedly ] I do – do do do do – do do do do – do do do do do do – dee di di dee! |
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