Dale Turner

Dale Turner

 Los Angeles, California, USA
BandRockSinger/Songwriter

MOODY, ACOUSTIC ART-ROCK. Singer-songwriter/multi-instrumentalist like Jon Brion, Elliott Smith, Joseph Arthur, & Sufjan Stevens. (Other influences include Brian Wilson/Beach Boys, Jeff Buckley, King's X, Mr. Bungle, Radiohead, Bobby McFerrin.) Edgy, eclectic guitar work; vocals that run the gamut.

Biography

In late 2005, Dale Turner started chipping away at the ultimate musicianship challenge: Write an entire record of super eclectic (non-mainstream, though surprisingly accessible) ROCK music that *he* (see BIO) wanted to hear, AND produce, perform all the instruments, arrange, and engineer himself (including the disc's artwork). The record that resulted, MANNERISMS MAGNIFIED (finally released June 1, 2010 on the INTIMATE AUDIO label), sits somewhere between the singer-songwriter/multi-instrumentalist tradition of Jon Brion, Elliott Smith, Joseph Arthur, and Sufjan Stevens, with added flavor from Dale's King's X, Mr. Bungle, Radiohead, Jeff Buckley, Brian Wilson/Beach Boys, and Bobby McFerrin influences.

We describe the music as "moody, acoustic art-rock," but also enjoy leaving it open to interpretation:

• GUITAR PLAYER MAGAZINE says: "Smart pop tunes that are crammed with interesting guitar parts and tones ... Like what the Beach Boys might do if they were on an acid trip that was on the verge of getting out of control. Yeah!"
• MUSIC CONNECTION MAGAZINE says: "Clever in concept and sophisticated in execution. Turner's an accomplished guitarist ... working at a high level. It seems there's nothing he cannot do in the studio."
• THE BIG TAKEOVER says: "With his agile guitar plucking and mischievous lyrical wordplay, Mannerisms proves Turner is an exception to that old axiom, 'Those who can't do, teach.' Expertly crafted, multi-layered, and idiosyncratic guitar pop. Impressive."
• THE MAG (U.K.) says: "Slacker-rock mingles with seventies-style harmonies and new-prog in this eccentric and eclectic collection ... like a strange re-invention of Supertramp, mixed with Pavement. This record is incredibly creative, inventive and well-crafted."
• MUSIC ZEITGEIST says: "Recordings that kick trendy clichés to the curb ... Jellyfish-style pop layered with Brian Wilsonesque vocals co-mingle with complexity that beckons the prog association. Dale Turner is a prodigious, inventive and very special musical talent."
• ALL ACCESS MAGAZINE says: "A rich cocktail of differing textures, aural delights, interesting instrumentation, and quirky vocal arrangements. A remarkable and inspiring effort on all fronts. D-I-Y Musicians take note; Turner will teach you a thing or two."
• INDIE MUSIC DIGEST calls it “Musical brilliance. Highly original, creative, extremely melodic, and unpredictable as hell. If you’re looking for a tripped out musical experience ... jump head first into Mannerisms Magnified."
• MUSIC WEB EXPRESS calls Dale: "A multi-talented yet quite eclectic composer/guitarist who never fails to take a hard left turn ... Mannerisms Magnified takes rock music in a daring new direction ... You'd never guess it was all one person doing it all."
• ALTSOUNDS says: "Dale Turner is an inspiration in every sense of the word ... A true mad scientist at work ... If Radiohead was making music in the 70’s with Mike Patton helping on vocals, this may be what would have been heard ... This one-man-band is a one-man-force to be reckoned with."
• PROGRESSION MAGAZINE calls Mannerisms Magnified: "A varied mix of clever rock and pop, with a progressive edge. A very personal album. Dale Turner certainly would qualify as a musical 'renaissance man.'"
• TARGET AUDIENCE MAGAZINE says: "This ROCKS! Quality music ... diverse/original/catchy ... Dale Turner does SO MUCH on his own ... a shoe-in for our indie feature because of what he can teach the rest of us starving artists."
• I AM ENTERTAINMENT MAGAZINE says: "Awesomelyuniquelyamazing (one word)! This is not for the music lover who likes to hear the typical repetitive Pop song ... Dale borders the line of musical genius."
• G3 MAGAZINE says: "Technical finesse will appeal to the intellect, while emotion to the heart ... Dale Turner is a much-needed breath of fresh air."
• CHARTATTACK calls Mannerisms Magnified: "A singer-songwriter ... debut album ... full of acoustic guitar virtuoso techniques."
• ROCK N' ROLL VIEW calls it: "Thought-provoking melodic rock in the vein of Mr. Bungle, Queen, and Frank Zappa ... packed to the hilt with amazing creativity, captivating subject matter, unpredictability [and] high adrenalin vocal delivery."
• MUZIKREVIEWS.COM says: "What is there not to like about this incredible one-man show? If you like rock and pop like Queen or The Beatles this guy is no brainer. Excellent music from top to bottom."
• MUSIC EMISSIONS says, of Mannerisms Magnified: "Someone once said that there was a fine line between genius and insanity. This feels like the work of a genius, but I can't help thinking I've witnessed elements of the insane at the same time!"
• INDEPENDENT MUSIC PROMOTIONS likens Dale to "A musical Salvador Dali." Adding that "Mannerisms Magnified comfortably borders on masterpiece territory ... Smart, catchy and sophisticated with dark undertones and 'down the rabbithole' surprises around every corner."
• ROUGH EDGE says: "When you've got a

Lyrics

Sooner or Later You'll Hate Her

Written By: Dale Turner

Verse 1:
Fake pearls on a string
Or a shiny plastic ring
Her smile seems sweet, but it’s revealing
Every damned thing

Verse 2:
Turn your back and you’ll get burned
She’s everything you weren’t
In time you’ll regret all these things you learned
‘Bout lying. Stop trying.

Chorus:
Breaking hearts’ her game
You’re standing in the pouring rain
Try to say her name,
Cannot. It’s all in vain
Like a moth that circles ‘round a flame
Some things you can’t explain

Verse 3:
Can’t be friendly, can’t be friends
Cliché to say this is the end
Some signs of life
But you just can’t pretend she’s feeling
Now she’s leaving

Chorus:
Breaking hearts’ her game
You burn her picture; break its frame
Try to say her name,
But choke on grief and shame
You think you’ll never be the same
Don’t hold yourself to blame

Bridge:
She’ll bait the hook; don’t go there
She’s just a tease who swears she cares
Be kind to your mind; cut the ties
And sit tight tonight
You’ll be all right
Survey says: “Don’t reunite”

Chorus:
Breaking hearts: A game
You’re dancing in the pouring rain
Singing a new name
Forgot what caused your pain
Don’t hate her ‘cause she’s gone insane

She’s circling the drain
Her loss is your gain
Now exit her domain

Copyright 2010 Close to the Bone

Five Things

Written By: Dale Turner

Verse 1:
She took her time, and mine
To try to find a kind of place
Inside her mind to hide
These five things

Verse 2:
But to the world outside
It’s not a crime to cry, so wait
And shine a little light
On these five things

Chorus:
One: To wash away all greed and hate
Two: To teach a child to smile. That leaves…
Three: The key to Four’s door; pray it’s safe
Five: To slow the grind of time

Verse 3:
I know it’d ease her mind
To open up, unwind, and hey
It sure beats flying blind
From these five things

Chorus:
One: To wash away all greed and hate
Two: To teach a child to smile. That leaves…
Three: The key to Four’s door; pray it’s safe
Five: To slow the grind of time

Bridge:
I think she’ll come around
Both feet are on the ground
She’ll kick up her heels and watch the wall fall down
Then pick up a piece and show us what she found

Verse 4:
She opened up her eyes
And spread her arms out wide
Then told the world she’d die
For these five things

© 2010 Close to the Bone

Exit Wound

Written By: Dale Turner

Chorus:
Replay the day from scene to scene
Shades of grey; I’m consumed
Mistakes I’ve made, I vow to righten
Honor thee and thy wounds

Verse 1:
Bet you want to smack me
Because you are angry I can’t be you
Because you are empty, I can’t heal you
I can tell that you’re hurting
Feel. It’s real

Verse 2:
I can’t see inside me; you blame decay
Slowly the traps you’ve lain are sprung, in vain
We’re swimming in waters polluted and cold; a dream I can’t wake from
Don’t breathe. Keep it inside. Step aside. Pull your head from the clouds

Pre-Chorus:
Been shaped and dried like molded clay
Fresh from the kiln, I’m held at bay
Get boxed and sealed, then shipped away
My satin glaze dulls more each day

Chorus:
Replay the day from scene to scene
Shades of grey; I’m consumed
Mistakes I’ve made, I vow to righten
Honor thee and thy wounds
I lay awake as others dream
Pray it breaks somehow soon
Betrayed, I strayed, then withdrew, prideless
Hard to heal the immune

Verse 3:
Simmering under the surface, a man with a purpose proposes a change
Back in the game, ‘cause the Piper’s been paid. Do his motives, they strike you as strange?
Close to the bone, to the quick, you’re cut deeply; disgraced by this slap in the face
Trash what’s been built, the blood’s spilt; we’re consumed like a snake with his tail in its mouth

Pre-Chorus:
Been shaped and dried like molded clay
Fresh from the kiln, I’m held at bay
Get boxed and sealed, then shipped away
My satin glaze dulls more each day

Chorus:
Replay the day from scene to scene
Shades of grey; I’m consumed
Mistakes I’ve made, I vow to righten
Honor thee and thy wounds
I lay awake as others dream
Pray it breaks somehow soon
Betrayed, I strayed, then withdrew, prideless
Hard to heal the immune

Bridge:
Now drama drains the day
No nurse here; no new hope
Not a pawn; I am not kneelin’
What goes down comes up

Verse 4:
Bet you want to smack me
Because you are angry I can’t be you
Because you are empty, I can’t heal you
I can tell that you’re hurting
Feel. It’s real

Pre-Chorus:
Was shaped and dried like molded clay
A box conceals the sculptor’s prey
I’m damaged goods, far from okay
A broken seal, the mess we’ve made
Learn from the past; don’t be afraid

Chorus:
Replay the day from scene to scene
Shades of grey; I’m consumed
Mistakes I made, I vow to righten
Honor thee and thy wounds

Replay the day from scene to scene
Shades of grey; I’m consumed
Mistakes I made, I vow to righten
Honor thee and thy wounds
I lay awake as others dream
Pray it breaks somehow soon
Betrayed, I strayed, then withdrew, prideless
Hard to heal the immune

© 2010 Close to the Bone

Bad Seed

Written By: Dale Turner

Verse 1:
Walk with me
With shock, you’ll greet this vile child’s story

Thought I was born to lose
My head was in a noose
Put those clues in a letter
So this is what I’ve earned,
With all its pages burned,
And marked “Return to Sender”?

Verse 2:
Talk to me
Unlock, agree,
Just say you’re sorry

It’s me that you abused
You offered no excuse
I’m bruised and beyond bitter
Just step into these shoes
You’ll see my point of view
A fuse is blown
I am at ropes’ end

Pre-Chorus:
There comes a time when we all cross that fine line

Chorus:
Then there’s me
I am a bad seedling

Verse 3:
Come to me
Be one with me
And suffer surely

Destroy the things we had
Feels so good to be bad
I can’t conceal this evil
‘Cause I’m not one to run
No need to pack a gun
My hand’s accustomed to this foul fun

Pre-Chorus:
Pink neon sign’s reading “Violence is Golden”

Chorus:
Can’t you see?
I am a bad seed
Who needs
Hate’s deeds
To feed
So souls bleed
For my breed

Bridge:
I know a lot about nothing
That means the most to me—
A fading memory of something
We know could never be
You’re only sick as your secret
But will it leave a scar?
Depends on who you are
Liar

Verse 4:
Run from me
Someone’s guilty
Of primal cruelty

And now the tables’ turned
You sit and watch me burn
I’ll trade my guts for glory
My blood’s still boiling black
A token of my lacking affection for your rejection

Pre-Chorus:
Voice in my head says I’m better off dead.

Chorus:
I’ll stop me
Butcher the bad seed
Stinkweed
No need
To grieve
I’ve been freed
Godspeed

© 2010 Close to the Bone

Hiding Place

Written By: Dale Turner

Verse 1:
As daylight turns to dusk, it is a sign that playtime’s over
And if in God we trust, are those his hands upon my shoulder?

Chorus:
Hiding place
Secure me
Make it bright in the darkness
Please light the way
And show me
That it’s safe up ahead

Verse 2:
An unfamiliar street
This neighborhood extends its greeting:
The smell of rotting meat
I run as rain makes mud beneath my feet

Chorus:
Hiding place
Assure me
I’ve lost sight in the darkness
Can’t find my way
Please help me
What’s that sound up ahead?

Bridge:
Temptation’s ragin’
For a sick soul
Preyin’ on the young and trusting

Persuasive demons
Telling him to
Covet all that’s small and wholesome

Not far from home now
Take a deep breath
Focus on your footsteps’ rhythm; not his victim

Chorus:
My hiding place
Renews me
Shines some light in the darkness
Turns night to day
Moon’s glowing
Open road’s up ahead

Verse 3:
As twilight turns to night
A car with one headlight
Pulls up besides my right
What happens next, I did not invite

© 2010 Close to the Bone

She-Hab

Written By: Dale Turner

Pre-Ramble:
A worm and a lime, no crook, no crime
The bottle that beckons betrays

Family fire, dream buyer
Blame’s the name of the game
Ashes as hot as the flames

Clinging to lies, the things we despise,
Surrender your trust if you dare
Blind eyes only may care

Devil’s snow, a gift from below,
Stay behind, or run towards the glow?

Verse 1:
The pick of the litter
With all the glitz and glitter
That skirt mama knit her
Your sexy babysitter
A brain that’s superior
Likes music, art, and theater
A perfect posterior
Your friends all wanna meet her

Pre-Chorus A
But she drinks and smokes
Pops pills, snorts coke
Won’t change her underwear
And you’re her bloke
So now you’re broke
You haven’t got a prayer

Pre-Chorus B
She’s far from fine
Conflicted?
Well, stand in line
High time she’s caged in

Chorus:
Re-hab
Who-hab?
She-hab!
Misery-hab
Remedy-hab
Highest lows

Verse 2:
Drink, drank, drunk
Before you know she’s sunk
You pack up her junk
And stuff her in the trunk
You’re circling the wagons
To try to slay her dragons
It’s just your prognosis
A bogus diagnosis?

Pre-Chorus A
‘Cause she acts so sweet
And rubs your feet
You’ve never heard her swear
She folds your sheets
And eats red meat
One half the perfect pair

Pre-Chorus B
Tough nut to crack
Her daddy said “no give backs”
Let’s train her brain in

Chorus:
Re-hab.
Who-hab?
She-hab!
Agony-hab
Ecstasy-hab
Tragedy-hab
Comedy-hab

Outro:
Well we heal, and life goes on
But now that girl I loved is gone
I was wrong
Thinking we belonged
Betrayed, she walked away
You can’t erase
A slap in the face
Or take back things unsaid
It just sits there inside your head
So pray it fades away

Copyright 2010 Close to the Bone

Taken

Written By: Dale Turner

Verse 1:
"Table for one," you said
Then at the bar you sat
Don't make a scene
Fate's intervened
"Uncle Sam killed my old man," you said, then sipped some tea
It was said so easily

Pre-Chorus:
Life's scripted
Meaning's blurred
No precious breathing's heard
A sentence has been served

Verse 2:
No napkin for your lap
No bugle playing "Taps"
You raise your glass; ask for him back
But would his son do the same as he?
We'll have to wait and see

Chorus:
And not a day passed him by without sacrifice for family

Win the war, lose the fight; this score can't be right
Some guarantee

Said the worst penalty was four shattered lives
But now there's three

Water's calm; now his ship is gone
It has headed out to sea

© 2010 Close to the Bone

Saboteur

Written By: Dale Turner

Verse 1:
Groan man groaning, quit your moaning,
Time to make a stand
Your toxic logic’s got the upper hand

Blame bad luck, then self-destruct
A flawed master plan
Lame duck with your head stuck in the sand, man:

Chorus:
Your wheels are spinning
Score for the winning
“Thinning the herd,” they say

No punches landing
Flames that you’re fanning
Standing in your own way

Verse 2:
Two steps forward, ten steps back,
A dance that stumps the band
But lack of action’s all you understand

Twisted take on all your strengths
Subconscious commands
Right on cue, you fold your winning hand, man:

Chorus:
Your wheels are spinning
Score for the winning
“Thinning the herd,” they say

What are you thinking?
Your stock is sinking
Blink, as it slips away

Bridge:
Misery makes the best company
Happiness brings you pain
You’re addicted to conflict
Self sabotage

Chorus:
All this narrating
So irritating
Waiting for things to say

No more excuses
Use it or lose it
Screw it, say “Come what may”
Self sabotage

© 2010 Close to the Bone

Civil Lies

Written By: Dale Turner

Verse 1:
Far from forgiven, he’s arrogance defined
And for his sins, he prays but won’t do time
From deep within, words turn eyes blind

Chorus:
Validate your hate
Close the debate on church and State
Civil lies

Verse 2:
What trips your trigger? Two men’s hands locked in pride?
Or something bigger, like white man’s genocide?
Female strippers cross picket lines

Chorus:
Under skin we’re kin
Nobody “wins,” you hypocrites
Living in sin’s like heroin
So pass the tin and invest in
Civil lies
Testify!

Outro:
It’s a matter of time before you’re robbed of your mind
Till then you’ll pretend you’re blameless
As every bigot from the pulpit prays
That the slate’s erased
And what remains won’t change
Strange?

Ages of crimes in the name of “Divine”
Condemn your brethren, the broken
Yet many verses in the Good Book say
That being underserved is undeserved
Observe the word

© 2010 Close to the Bone

Morality Rule

Written By: Dale Turner

Verse 1:
Parishioners racked up riches
While their church was burning “witches”
Crossed borders on God’s mission
While back home, pushed prohibition
Centuries of division led by
Pigeons who stoned women
Yet, the flock, still it follows
Scared of tomorrow
Faith in things unseen

Pre-Chorus:
Throw those books into a pile
And light a match to “save” your child

Chorus:
Then pray for me
But I’ll never see
Your “morality”
Busy bee

Verse 2:
The ‘50s, what a prick tease!
Sinner Hefner hawkin’ hotties
The ‘60s got too witty
Lenny Bruce killed by committee
Then the ‘70s ushered in and outed plenty
Condoms, gays, and weed; SNL and test-tube babies
Decadence and more, cause for uproar in the ‘80s
Prince and Tipper Gore duke it out in music stores. What more?

Pre-Chorus:
Broken records stretch for miles
Seems shattering vinyl’s back in style

Chorus:
What you choose to ban, you don’t understand
That is not God’s plan. Bow humbly.

Bridge:
“Doomed from the womb,”
Prophets fume
“Stop. The End is coming soon,
And you cannot defend.”

Assume judgment looms
Stick and broom
Swapped for
Life beyond the moon
How ‘bout an “amen”?

Jerry, Pat, and Jimmy fight
to fund the Theocratic right
They profit from your fright

Verse 3:
You keep your superstitions
And your awkward inhibitions
I’ll listen to Led Zeppelin
Yes, I’d still vote for Bill Clinton

Outro:
Faith over facts, refuse to debate
Fictional pact, a sin to cremate
Put on an act, then try to legislate…
Taste…

Who are you to judge my views?
Your conduct’s left some clues.

© 2010 Close to the Bone

Discography

MANNERISMS MAGNIFIED:

1. Brian on the Brain (0:55)
Multi-tracked a cappella vocal—a 12-tone homage to Brian Wilson, along the lines of “Our Prayer” (Beach Boys). A pretend Pet Sounds/SMiLE outtake!

2. Bad Seed (5:25)
Somewhat akin to Radiohead’s “Paranoid Android” (in terms of epic scope and dynamic arc), with slight prog-rock leanings (think Queen meets the Dixie Dregs). Wide variety of guitar/vocal interplay throughout.

3. Sooner or Later You’ll Hate Her (3:36)
Features Elliott Smith-like double-tracked vocals and acoustic guitars, with a rocked up bridge and outro chorus. Lyrics (and title) are self-explanatory!

4. She-Hab (3:16) ***SINGLE ALERT***
Closest thing to a “single” in this collection, and a fan favorite. After its opening riff sequence and “telephonic” vocal poetry, becomes upbeat, humorous, and groovy—fast jazz waltz vibe, with rock elements. Arguably the “funniest” lyrics of this song collection.

5. Hiding Place (3:10)
Moody and minimalist. Features acoustic guitar, sparse drums, unnerving e-bow electrics, and dramatic multi-part vocal interplay in bridge. A real spine-tingler, to be sure.

6. Taken (3:02)
From intimate to epic. A lone acoustic guitar and voice are soon joined by accordion, mandolin, and piano—the calm before a mega-rock climax. Features Jeff Buckley-esque vocal acrobatics.

7. Morality Rule (2:51)
Super-fast latin (somewhat heavy) rock in 5/4 time. Plenty of “cowbell,” horn sounds made with a human mouth (think Raul Midon), King’s X-style backing vocals, and occasional Mike Patton-like vocal moments. Lyrics may offend! Or not.

8. Five Things (3:14)
Minimalist and mellow—but groovy. Only true “trio” recording (acoustic guitar, bass, and drums) of this collection.

9. Saboteur (3:51) ***SINGLE ALERT***
Second closest thing to a “single” in this collection, and another fan favorite. Moody rocker that includes a somewhat Led Zeppelin-like bridge, which inflates to head-banging metal in outro.

10. Civil Lies (4:25)
Dark and delicate, in the realm of Jon Brion’s soundtrack work, with gentle double-tracked vocal delivery à la Elliott Smith (some musical portions were composed immediately after the announcement of Smith’s passing). Blows up big in the outro, with a wall of interweaving vocals.

11. Exit Wound (6:03)
Rock trio recording overrun with bizarre (but 100% natural) vocal effects and cartoon-like voices, with shades of Mr. Bungle influence. Features numerous a cappella vocal sections (borderline Bobby McFerrin) and unconventional chord voicings throughout. Chorus melody was instantly created after hearing Jeff Buckley’s “Morning Theft” for the first time.

12. Solace Song (2:05)
Instrumental—scads of guitars, with mandolin, piano, strings, and more—that echoes Pat Metheny’s gorgeous “Letter from Home” and “In Her Family” compositions. Builds to a rock climax, highlighted by Jeff-Beck influenced phrasing on the primary melody.

Set List

ORIGINALS SET:
Bad Seed (5:25)
Sooner or Later You’ll Hate Her (3:36)
She-Hab (3:16)
Hiding Place (3:10)
Taken (3:02)
Morality Rule (2:51)
Saboteur (3:51)
Civil Lies (4:25)
Solace Song (2:05)

COVERS SET (in no particular order):
Bohemian Rhapsody
God Only Knows
Hallelujah
Castles Made of Sand
Coconut
A Day in the Life
Hurt
Killer Queen
Stray Cat Strut
September Song
Cry Me a River
Blue Eyes
Twisted
Leather
Morning Theft
Angeles
Change the World
Love Me Tender
Unchained Melody
Man that Got Away
Detour Head
Moon River
Wouldn't Mama be Proud?