Adria Dawn's New Headshot

This is my girlfriend, actress Adria Dawn's new headshot. I set up a studio space and took the picture with my Canon 20D. Then I used Photoshop for minor touch-ups and cropping. I think she looks great!

In A Van Down By The River

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In A Van Down By The River is my newest song.
I wrote, produced, sang and played all the instruments.

A note on my working method: The lyrics were freestyled, and I create the music improvisationally, over multiple passes, into Reason, Pro Tools and Final Cut Pro.

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In A Van Down By The River
Music & Lyrics by David Tarleton
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You picked me off the street,
Gave me something to eat,
Bought me some new shoes,
Babe, you got nothing to lose,
I got nothing,
I got nothing at all.

Some days…
Some days I wish I had more,
Those days are getting more often than before.
But what can you do?
What can you do?
The Man keeps you blue,
Gives you nothing to do,
Just leaves you to stew
About nothing:
Nothing but craziness.
Stew about nothing,
Stew about nothing but craziness.

After she walked out on me
With a baby of three,
There wasn’t much left of me.

These days I’m sleeping
In a van down by the river.
I swim in the river some days,
And some days I have a little barbeque,
And some days I shoot up smack,
And some days I pass out in a puddle of my own vomit.

Buddy can you spare a quarter?
Ma’am can you spare that dime?
Buddy can you spare a quarter?
Mister do you have the time?
Can’t you see me? (x4)
No, not at all. (x3)

When you go out to your garden,
And find me asleep in the petunias,
Just be nice.


Copyright (c) 2005 by David Tarleton

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.

Departure from Ethraxos 5

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Departure from Ethraxos 5
by
David Tarleton
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A lone human named Bill stood before the pulsating scaly mass of the Overlord of Ethraxos 5.

Bill said, “there is a curse laid upon the people of my world. There is a sadness that pervades my race when we are isolated from others of our kind. It is called loneliness. I feel it now, even among so many of your kind. I am and will always be eternally grateful for your help and hospitality, but I must return home to my friends and family. Otherwise I shall never find happiness.”

The Overlord spoke, “I understand, friend human. We will permit this one to be admitted to the ranks of the T’unglaskin [no translational equivalent]. He shall be permitted to retreat from our presense.”

“Thank you eternally, great G’uu’shinakinak’a’a’kinak, your hospitality does me a great kindness.”

“And your lack of scales, while repugnant and sickening to me and my people at first, eventually, we learned to simply avert our eyes from your ith’l’a’n’zzz’i’y’aa presence.”

“Yes, well, gotta go!”

“Before you depart, little Flatulent One, I’ve got something to give you. Now that you’re T’unglaskin and all.”

“Oh?”

“Take this, here. This object is the Invisible Olfactory Shield of Antorrah. It will protect you for many years to come, my little stinky friend.”

“This is deodorant.”

“Now go, fly like the wind on the wings of an Y’zz’lmffthropa Bird to the land where the sun never shines.”

They pushed him out the door and slammed it behind him.

The Overlord sniffed.

“Have the whole place disinfected.”

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copyright (c) 2003 by David Tarleton

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.

The Man Who Chewed Too Much (pt. 1)

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The Man Who Chewed Too Much
by David Tarleton
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Chapter 1

Once upon a time there was a man who could never swallow his food whole. He always had to chew each piece one hundred and thirty-four times before he would swallow it. Even soup, even milk. He was a very strange bird.

So one day, as a trick, his friends connived to serve him some octopus. And not any old octopus, no, this was the Rubberized Octopus of Antitem, created by the maniacal wizard Ba’l’e’whah’p’r. This evil wizard was a well-known practical joker, and the Rubberized Octopus was one of his more nefarious inventions.

His friends quested the countryside day and night, and after many months of searching, they finally found the Octopus in the crypt of the mummified corpse of one of the ancient rulers of Atlantis, preserved over 300 feet underground, near Athens. Three of them died in the process, and a fourth was committed for the rest of his life to an insane asylum. For the rest of his days he would never speak about his experience, but would only occasionally mutter “…the fish…the horrible blind fish…” When pressed about his comments, he would become comatose, and once tried to put out the eyes of his attending psychiatrist.

But the other friends, the ones who never entered the tomb themselves, they ended up with the Octopus, and placed it carefully in the center of a seafood pasta dish they placed before the chewing man on his 31st birthday.

He seemed pleased, there was something about the texture of overmasticated semolina that really gave him a great deal of pleasure, and most kinds of fish merely turn into a kind of paste when chewed over one hundred times, all of which pleased the man immensely.

As he started on his dinner, little did he know what was in store for him...

Join us again for the next exciting chapter of
“The Man Who Chewed Too Much”

copyright (c) 2001 by David Tarleton

Indigenous

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This song is called Indigenous.

Musically, it is the struggle between encroaching technological colonialism and the native sounds of the Indigenous.

Keep beating the drum!


copyright (c) 2003 by David Tarleton

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.