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9 socket set

No. 9

Socket No 9 booklet pgs 1 and 2

It is the case with most socket sets that one or two sockets go missing.

This was the situation for Michael McDaeth's 7 disc Socket Set (2012). No one knew except McDaeth that his Socket was at one point a 9 disc Set and that most of the songs for disc/sockets 8 and 9 were lost through mishap and misplacement along with the master recordings. It's the kind of heartache you keep to yourself.

Well it happened recently that an early copy of the No. 9 disc/socket came to light. It was found in an old toy box. It looked as though it was used as a launch pad for various rockets and spaceships. In any case, here for you is disc/socket No. 9 to add to the 7 disc socket set
you may already possess.

No. 9 is now available at cdbaby.

original 7 disc socket set box socket set box front socket set box open socket set box bottom

song downloads from 7 disc original Socket Set:

It doesn't matter.mp3 | stuck in Abilene.mp3 | Saint Lou.mp3 | surface Life.mp3 | you're gonna wish you didn't know.mp3 | Is it too late to call.mp3 | A Waltz in the Parking Lot.mp3

(To download these songs to your computer - right-click on the link and choose "save link as" from the menu - on a mac you would control-click on the link.)



Below are 3 recommended McDaeth records made between 2004 and 2006 when he was recording exclusively live performances with acoustic guitar and harmonica. There are a few mp3 downloads available though it is preferable to hear the CD.

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Liner notes "Rusted on Through"

"I don't think I've ever heard anyone or thing quite like the work of Michael McDaeth. It's not at all what one expects from a (oh no, not another one!) singer/songwriter. It has flashes of familiar stuff, sort of like driving through a strange new town and seeing, for a moment, a friendly grocery store or gas station. You recognize it. But then, it turns out the grocery store has a sign in the window advertising the big canned weasel head sale or the gas station says that they carry "irregular" and "un-leading" gasoline. Michael McDaeth is full of stuff like this: some whimsical, most scary. It all starts out sort of pretty. Lo Rez Beauty Queen has a thoughtful sad quality sifted into the world-weariness of it. But then you get Shimeleski Fun Time like a sharpened-to-a-point Popsicle stick in the eye. Every Other Day is a sarcastic romp through broken pop bottles with a guy who may or may not be giving a priest a blowjob. On My Way is either brilliant understatement or overstatement. Can't quite tell. It actually slouches as it runs along. A laughing guitar line skitters and smirks perversely in the background. Radio Play is what wolves would do if they could sing and play guitar like a punk. It's downright disturbing. Money To Be laughs at everybody and their dogs. Then a guy leaps off the top of a building after spitting the obvious in Death By Suicide. He looks good, too. Somewhere in the tart cheeky recesses, a sharp tongue is lurking in Think I'll Become A Communist. Broken Fences is the pulse rate of wild animal after being shot with tranquilizers. And the title cut, Rusted On Through, breaks your heart with a recalcitrantly strung guitar as an accomplice. You can hear the churn of an old Cadillac while Michael sings one thing and the guitar tells us something different. The guitar, actually, is most always telling us something different from Michael, who is playing the guitar that is commenting on his words. His guitar seems to be somewhat of a cynic. This is possibly because of its hard use. The whole thing is more than slightly disconcerting. It's brutal, beautiful and hovers somewhere between complete equipoise and wildly unbalanced. I really love this CD.

Hap Mansfield

Dispensing with the intrusive sound samples that marred Sacred Cow (2002), McDaeth wisely refocuses on his abrasive vocals and unhinged acoustic guitar, while pushing his songs ever further into a drumless rock realm. Whereas Tom Waits was an obvious antecedant to earlier works, with Rusted On Through Michael mines deeper, stranger lodes of inspiration like Screaming Jay Hawkins and Hasil Adkins. Wacked tracks like "Shimeleski Fun Time," "Radio Play," "Death By Suicide" and "Think I'll Become A Communist" are exuberant, hard-eyed and fearless, marking a welcome return to form for an always intriguing artist.

Jim Santo

downloads from Rusted on Through:

I was punk when punk was punk.mp3 | think I'll become a communist.mp3 | radio play.mp3

(To download my songs to your computer - right-click on the link and choose "save link as" from the menu - on the mac you would control-click on the link.)







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Liner notes for "Shine in Reverse" by Hap Mansfield

You are always in the engine room of the universe. You work there. You sleep there. You eat and make love and shit and piss there. You get angry there. You find happiness there. If the universe was a shopping mall and you were looking for the cookie pizza/cinnamon roll/kettle-cooked fudge/freeze dried ice cream/candle place/martini bar and you couldn't find it so you went looking for one of those Lucite-encased mall maps to tell you how to get there, you'd see the Engine Room on the map with a little arrow pointing to it saying YOU ARE HERE. This is because everywhere you are is the engine room of the universe. The map would always tell you the same thing: YOU ARE HERE. Because you are always in the engine room of the universe.

Let's say you are listening to this CD and you are thinking, what is this? Is this guy crazy? What the hell kind of music is this anyway? Michael Mcdaeth must be the mayor of Crazy Town, you say to yourself. Maybe you say it out loud. You can if you want, we're not stopping you. You may be looking at the song titles and thinking, who the hell does this guy think he is, The Minutemen? Donald Wilson? (Of course, this would be contingent on whether you knew who Donald Wilson was but if you do know, you might be thinking it.) You don't know how long you can take this howling and that caterwauling and the incessant pounding on the strings and what the hell. Also, at this juncture you might even be thinking, what kind of lousy liner notes are these? Isn't Derrida dead?

They found green glass on the moon, did you know that? Also, there are some astronomers at Princeton who claim that all potential life flies around the universe on rocks. Scientists have found life existing in some form or another in volcanoes and in the deepest coldest ices of the Antarctic. You think you're special? Well, who says you're not, bub?

Perhaps now you are writing off Michael as one of those musical theory types. Maybe it's time for a sandwich or a beer. Maybe your mother's calling you. Maybe you have to be somewhere (which is, as I've already pointed out, pretty difficult for you because…do I have to say it? Fine. You are always in the Engine Room of the universe.) Ah, perhaps the music is finally sinking into you. Maybe you dig it. It could happen. It's bewilderingly refreshing, this music. MM is a solid sender. Of course, your engine room may not be able to handle the load. It's okay. It's a big universe.

Are you familiar with Heisenberg's uncertainty principle? I'm not. We've met but I'm not certain our relationship could be termed as familiar. This CD could be the musical equivalent of Heisenberg's uncertainty principle. Or maybe it's Glenn Gould playing the upside down sheet music for Blood On The Tracks on a guitar made out of auto parts. It could be the soundtrack for a knife fight on the moon. That could account for the green glass. Make up your own story, I'm tired. (Okay, I'll get you started; maybe the green glass was from a broken beer bottle. Maybe Brian Eno was there. Your turn. You make up a story. I'll wait…..)

Finished? There's nobody like Michael Mcdaeth anywhere in the universe. This is his rock. You gettin' the hemi-semi-demi quavers? You rolling with the sarcastic laughter, frustrated tears, smoke-filled mystery? YOU ARE HERE; you dig?

Just because a few dozen people have passed through Michael while he sings doesn't mean he's channeling the universe. Oh, wait. That's exactly what it does mean.

Okay, the frame is broken on this picture. I'd be an idiot not to mention it. If form follows function then it's up to you to figure out why anybody listens to anything but Bach. Einstein liked Mozart. Just sayin'.

Michael made this with and for the universe. Which, now that I think on it, is you, pal. You were meant to take this personally. How else is there?

hap mansfield
Engine Room
The Universe

mp3 song downloads from "Shine in Reverse"

torn apart.mp3 | do Anarchy.mp3 | frog.mp3 | Love Abides.mp3 | Ole Ole Ole Hey Hey Hey.mp3

(To download my songs to your computer - right-click on the link and choose "save link as" from the menu - on the mac you would control-click on the link.)





Michael Mcdaeth - Shine in Reverse Review 
By Morley Seaver

I've listened to a lot of "normal" music lately. It was time for something like this and "Shine in Reverse" is definitely not "normal". As somebody I know remarked (before they all fled the room), this is the most uninhibited record I've ever heard. You have to really admire a guy who has the balls to release a double CD set. Particularly when you're a guy that no one has heard of ever.

This is just one guy and a guitar. One weird guy. One guitar. Oh yeah, I forgot. One directionally-lacking harmonica. Songs like "At Least Leave a Note", "Not Drunk Enough" and "It Sure Is Another Day". Michael McDaeth is a singer-songwriter and as he puts it, "the Mayor of Crazy Town". Each of his songs are almost all made up of one chord progression repeated ad infinitum with his almost stream of consciousness vocals. He shouts out during some songs and mumbles throughout others. He is prone to breaking out into wordless sounds frequently. There are some of the most entertaining songs I've heard in recent memory on this disc. And then there's the liner notes….

I love this record. Then again I may be crazy. Michael McDaeth may be crazy. Maybe you're all crazy. Whatever. 99% of the general population will hate this record. For the other 1%, you owe it to yourself to check out this record. You'll feel strangely better after listening to it. Except when you're not in the mood for it. Then you'll want to scoop out your eyes with an ice cream spoon. God help everybody else.

CD Info and Links

Michael Mcdaeth - Shine in Reverse

Label: Sophisticated Monkey Records
Rating: You can't rate this record. It's brilliant. It's crap. OK OK, if you insist…



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about "the blank album" by Hap Mansfield

I'm not patronizing you here, I'm protecting you. Move along. You aren't ready for this. Buy it for your unborn children. What are the chances you're going to understand the fierce softness and the soft ferocity? I wouldn't bet on you. And I like you.

Part Daniel Johnston, part Stravinsky, part Kurt Cobain, part Foggy Mountain Boys, Michael McDaeth breaks through all the frames of form and comes out the other side with something so odd, so brave, so beautiful and so irritating you won't know what to make of it. When it hits you, it may leave a mark i.e. I hope you don't bruise easily, i.e. I hope you don't cry easily, i.e. I hope you dig it. It's only one guy and only one guitar and one ill-used and slightly grumpy harmonica. How does it sound like a firestorm on Mars? Beats me. Beats me good. Go to and listen to "We're Anonymous" from Shine In Reverse. It'll ease you into it.

This is slam dancing for the soul. Hope you're insured.

mp3 song downloads from "the blank album"

more morphine please.mp3 | everybody's fault.mp3 | shoo.mp3

(To download my songs to your computer - right-click on the link and choose "save link as" from the menu - on the mac you would control-click on the link.)


More mcdaeth records below

picture of dissipation

"Dissipation" (2009)

mp3 song downloads from "Dissipation"

teacup.mp3 | Long Gone.mp3 | shit on the motherfuckers.mp3


picture of buy this car

"Buy this Car" (2008)

mp3 song downloads from "buy this car"

mean mr mustard.mp3

(To download my songs to your computer - right-click on the link and choose "save link as" from the menu - on the mac you would control-click on the link.)


picture of un-orchestrated me

"The Un-Orchestrated Me" (2007)

mp3 song downloads from "The Un-Orchestrated Me"

Charles Bukowski.mp3 | not anymore.mp3 | no baby.mp3 | do look out the door.mp3 | just like the old days.mp3

(To download my songs to your computer - right-click on the link and choose "save link as" from the menu - on the mac you would control-click on the link.)


picture Sacred Cow

"Sacred Cow" (2002)

mp3 song downloads from Sacred Cow:

Beautiful Slave.mp3 | Sugar Headache.mp3

(To download my songs to your computer - right-click on the link and choose "save link as" from the menu - on the mac you would control-click on the link.)


picture of novel "Roads and Parking Lots"

McDaeth's novel Roads and Parking Lots - currently availble online in paperback at amazon dot com

a review of Roads and Parking Lots from Dig this Real Magazine

Michael McDaeth delivers with a well written and poetically fast paced tale entitled, Roads and Parking Lots.  Immediately you are introduced to the clever and witty protagonist, Mick, who is your normal everyday average guy who just can't seem to take anything seriously.  He finds himself in middle America 1980's and takes us on a long ride through the years of his youth that he spends wandering, searching for something worth doing and getting wasted along the way.  In his search, Mick is driven to live life only on his terms even if it leads to misery, emptiness and depression.  He struggles to find a place in this world, make a living wage in times of a horrible economy and constantly recalls childhood memories when times were easy and uncomplicated like fetching a beer for his Gramps.  He considers himself a moody Old Testament God who would, "stomp the shit out of my creations with sudden fury…" And just like many before him, Mick's ticket to freedom is hitchhiking or driving a car to anywhere and everywhere.  Unable to deal with the world around him, Mick knows he can always depend on the road and a car to drive him off to somewhere far away where he can start anew.  He believes, "Nothing matters when you're driving a car.  As long as there is enough in the tank, the whole world can go to hell."  Anything is a possibility to Mick as he speeds around meeting people, pushing limits and taking chances.   It is truly a thrilling ride filled with ups and downs that even Mick knows he will never be able to live down. 

McDaeth's writing makes story telling seem easy.  He writes short, but impactful poetic sentences, which makes for a smooth and effortless read.  He has successfully written a humorous and witty tale that elicits many social distresses of the early 1980's era and how many, like Mick, struggled to find meaning in and around all the, "gray gray gray of high civilization.

Juliette Hernandez
Dig this Real Magazine
Fall 2011 issue


picture of novel "Roads and Parking Lots"

McDaeth's novella Under Protest is currently availble online in paperback at click here.

November 30th, 1999. An amateur filmmaker follows a protest singer through the streets of Seattle at the WTO protests.

"The old gray lady is having trouble putting
two and two together, it has been a long time, a long
time. The no bullshit bus driver sends her to the
back – penniless. She doesn't go very far, the first
crack she sees is the crack she takes. She shuffles a
one-eighty, backs up and bends into it, it widens,
two reluctant thighs give way – one on each side of
the old gray lady's plaid behind.
I keep her in the frame, so sad in the box,
barely any wiggle room, for her, for them, for us. She
sits squeezed together, keeping to her thin vertical
stripe. Polite unto death."



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