UNPLUGGED: A Survivor's Story in Scenes & Songs

by Maya Kuper & Paul McComas

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1.
Fireproof Storage
2.
Give Me Oblivion
3.
Virtual Virtue
4.
Wanted Poster
5.
Hand Over Hand
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7.
03:35
8.
Jack-o'-Lantern
9.
First Storm
10.
Second Storm
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12.
Ready to Bloom
13.
Karma Bomb

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Maya Kuper & Paul McComas’ alt-rock musical "UNPLUGGED: A Survivor’s Story in Scenes & Songs" tells the story of Dayna Clay, a 27-year-old rock star bravely battling depression and post-traumatic stress in the wake of childhood sexual abuse.

Although Dayna’s story is a work of fiction, UNPLUGGED addresses very real issues. Through songs and scenes adapted from McComas’ acclaimed novel, the show chronicles Dayna’s bumpy journey out of depression, through the South Dakota Badlands, and into self-discovery, healing, full embrace of her bisexuality, and love.

Learn more at UnpluggedTheMusical.com

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releases October 22, 2017

Written and produced by Maya Kuper & Paul McComas
Engineered by Joe Dilillo at Solid Sound Recording in Hoffman Estates, IL
Maya Kuper: vocals, keyboards
Paul McComas: bass, acoustic guitar, harmonica, background vocals, hand drum
Mike Holden: electric guitar, bass, flute, background vocals
Justin Marsh: drums
Distributed by Chicago Acoustic Underground / CAUdog Records

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"Dayna Clay" is a 27-year-old rocker, bravely battling depression and PTSD in the wake of childhood sexual abuse. Maya Kuper & Paul McComas’ alt-rock musical "UNPLUGGED: A Survivor’s Story in Scenes & Songs" chronicles Dayna’s bumpy journey through the South Dakota Badlands, and into self-discovery, healing, full embrace of her bisexuality, and love. Proceeds support RAINN and The Kennedy Forum. ... more

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Track Name: Little Church
Rode to town, and there I found a little church about twelve foot wide
Opened up that little door, and I took a little look inside:
Little altar, little pews, little preacher turnin' back the clock
With a small-minded sermonette for his little old nodding flock.

Well, he started out real gentle, with a Scripture verse or two
Talkin' of love and Noah's dove and a promise made for me and you.
People all around me, they were listenin' with half an ear
So pretty soon, the preacher changed his tune, and he gave 'em what they came to hear.

Ooh…

When the preacher said, "Damnation," the congregation, they perked right up
They were shoutin' "Amen!" as he condemned all the folks who wouldn't make the cut.
Now he's wavin' 'round his Bible, sayin' "Love the sinner, hate the sin"
But he'd do well to drop the Hell and let some Heavenly mercy in.

Ooh…

I know it's Man who made the Bible, and God who made the Earth and sky
And Christ who made it clear that we're not here to judge or crucify.
Still, it seems to me "religion," well, it's "division" by another name
And it breaks my heart how it splits us apart when inside we're really all the same.

You know, I rode to town, and there I found a little church about twelve foot wide
Opened up that little door, and I spent a little spell inside:
Little altar, little pews, little sympathy and little love
Gonna trade that little church for the prairie and the hills above.
Said for the prairie and the hills above.
Track Name: Symmetry
Early this morning, while I was passing underneath a prairie cottonwood, I glimpsed a flash of crimson fluttering down from above.

Reaching up, Dayna surprised herself by actually catching the leaf in mid-fall.

Studying my prize, I fell into a kind of reverie, and I found myself pondering, at length, the symmetry of nature:

The leaf’s intricate network of veins mirrored, in miniature, the branches from which it had dropped—not to mention the other, unseen tributaries anchoring the trunk to the earth below.

The realization made me gasp—and it moved me in a way I couldn’t quite fathom. For, all at once, it hit me: The veins are the branches are the roots.

From high in the air to deep underground, the cottonwood tree—
and every tree—
emphatically asserts its “treeness” throughout.

They can have their Bible, 'cause here it is in the palm of my hand: the divine plan.

And now, perched atop a towering land formation with a nasty north wind in her face, Dayna finds herself taking this line of thought further.

I've seen it out here dozens of times in dozens of ways: the land sustains not just flora but fauna as well.

And in so doing, that land embraces male and female in equal measure, engaging and enriching both of those sexes—
and everything and everyone in between—
with an unerring and unerringly even-handed devotion.

And what, finally, is “God” if not the seed-sowing, life-growing spirit flowing through that land:
through bison and bighorn,
pine tree and prairie grass,
mountain
and canyon
and...and Dayna herself?

My own nature mirrors Nature.

Throughout her adult life—and even earlier, in her teens—there have been those who've told her how wrong her feelings are,
from the boyfriend who labeled my attraction to other women “a phase,”
to the leader of a women's “support” group who provided anything but, accusing me of “coming halfway out” and deriding my professed feelings for men as a cover.

At times, under the weight of such criticism, she's wondered whether her detractors on one “side” or the other might be right.

Yet the land itself seems to suggest otherwise—and to do so by example.

Looking out, Dayna views the vista before her as if for the first time.

Do I really believe in a higher power? Well, maybe. But I think I do know what it means, at least for me—
for her, who loves female and male,
women and men—
for her to have been made in a higher power’s image.

Any lingering trace of guilt connected to who I am and whom I have loved—
that trace of guilt, at long last, has...
...vanished. For now, I know that my Creator feels the very same way.
Track Name: Hand Over Hand (Reprise)
Hand over hand, I ascend in a land of soil that passes for stone.
Progress is slow, and all that I know is how much remains to be known.
Hunger and thirst become bad, become worse as the shadows around me grow long
But the pangs are for naught, for all that I've brought are my body, my spirit, my song.

And I'm miles from a friend or a phone, and the wind up here chills to the bone.
I could turn back, retrace every track, and still be no closer to home.

Day after day, over earth, over clay, I keep moving, a woman possessed.
Night after night, I await morning light and the chance to continue this quest.
Mile after mile, entranced all the while by these Badlands, half heaven, half hell
Climb after climb, I grow stronger each time, but never as strong as the spell.

And sometimes my prospects seem poor, for each peak that I reach leads to more.
How can your search ever come to an end if you don't know what you're looking for?

Hand over hand, I ascend in a land where nothing is set in stone.
Progress is slow, and all that I know is how little can ever be known.
Hunger and thirst are more blessing than curse: they remind me that I'm still alive
So I struggle and try, but the summit's so high, it's not certain I'll ever arrive.

And I'm miles from a friend or a phone, but I'm equally far from alone.
If the foundation beneath me gives way, God give me faith, God give me strength
If the foundation beneath me gives way, God give me faith in my own, in my own, in my own, in my own.