ARTIST: Stephen Clair
TITLE: Under The Bed
LABEL: Self Released
GENRE: Rock
TIME: 41:48 min
SIZE:  56,8 MB
RIP DATE: May-10-2005
RELEASE DATE: Mar-29-2005
WEBSITE: www.stephenclair.com

Track List:

01. Gone Ten Years                             04:59
02. It's A Riddle                              04:04
03. My Heat's Not Broken                       04:22
04. Stupid Game                                03:01
05. The Moon                                   03:23
06. Following Orders                           03:37
07. A Woman Like You                           03:54
08. Your Town                                  03:18
09. Tomorrow's Another Day                     02:37
10. Walkabout                                  04:15
11. I'm Coming Down                            04:18

Release Notes:

Stephen Clair grew up in northern NY State. A lot of
people don't realize there's a whole state up there.
You say NY, and most folks think of a city. But
Stephen, he spent his formative years splitting logs
for firewood; then he'd put the logs in a
wheelbarrow and haul it up to the house where he'd
throw the logs down a chute into the basement. After
that, he'd go downstairs and stack the logs. Then
he'd do it again. This went on for years.

The house he grew up in was in the middle of a big
field next to a wide creek, which his cousin
insisted was a river. Once, Stephen took two 100-ft.
extension cords end-to-end out into the field as far
as they'd go and plugged in his guitar amplifier. He
sat down under a tree and got to work. Eventually he
moved to NY - the city, that is - where people buy
their firewood at the grocery store.

There were a lot of familiar things when he arrived
in the city, like the folk scene on this side of
Broadway, and the antifolk scene on that side of
Broadway. He had been coming to the city for years,
always playing on one side of Broadway or the other.
Both sides had their merits, their histories. But
Stephen played guitar like he might have been
hanging out at CBGB in 1975. And he sang like a far
away sailor whose boat had run aground in West
Texas. He was from neither this side nor that side
of Broadway. So, he moved to Brooklyn.

Brooklyn had trees and sky going for it. It was
newly familiar because it was a city, but at the
same time he could walk around the neighborhood and
smell wood fires burning. It felt a little old and
new, which is how Stephen was feeling. He had
learned a lot of chords as a teenager. Took music
theory for years, spent hours every day moving his
fingers all over the neck of the guitar. Out of the
blue he heard that Woody Guthrie had said if you use
any more than three chords you're just showing off.
"Oh great," thought Stephen. "He's right." Then,
Stephen spent the next ten years forgetting all
those miscellaneous chords and smartypants strumming
patterns. It turns out, he had just as much to say
with his mouth as he did with his guitar.