David Tomaloff

David Tomaloff

BandAmericanaSinger/Songwriter

Tomaloff has just returned from some state that I've never been to and recorded some darn good tunes. They take me back to a place that I've never been, but always wanted to go - with the likes of Bob Dylan and Mark Twain and other essential notables as your tour guides.

Biography

I was born David Wayne Tomaloff in the winter of 1972 and that much, at least, has never changed (any and all requests to legally change my first name to “Senator” have been flatly denied). At the time of this writing, I am 35 years old and find myself surrounded by and reliant upon a great wealth of wonderful technologies that I equally adore and abhor…35 years old; many parts younger, maybe a few a little older.

Clearly, I love music; but then, who doesn’t? I am currently kept by two odd cats with very differing personalities; though, neither seems to be put off by the differences. I love taking photographs and generally hate to drive long distances. I am self taught at nearly everything I do but am almost always disposed to point that out as a “feature” and not a bug, regardless of what I might believe in context to any given instance.

I find myself strangely fascinated by old photographs and drawn to the people and places I see in them. I sometimes feel a part of a long forgotten era myself but must digress, as I believe that tendency somehow exists in nearly all of us.

I believe that if “the muse” had a face, it would probably look a lot like an actress from a very old movie, beaming down all black and white and savagely fragile; tough talking and, all at once, criminally insecure.

I despise reality television of any kind as I believe it makes for a much weaker and, ultimately, poorer nation. I love the art of the word and can sometimes just stare at a great book, in awe of its very presence in the room.

I believe that the greatest trait of man is the ability to constantly renew in the face of adversity and believe. I believe man’s worst trait is the willingness to destroy others in the search.

I am obsessed with hats and very much enjoy a crisp white wine; though, I do love a deep red now and again. I think iPods are evil and almost never leave home without one. I believe in tea and sometimes, on a good day, I even believe in myself.

I suppose you could consider this a blurry snapshot into the mind that crafted the handful of songs featured on Birds on Wires. I’m not exactly sure just what it might have to tell you of them, but I have hopes it may reveal more to you than a couple of cleverly crafted paragraphs about a musician and his past achievements.

These songs are really just that, themselves; blurry snapshots; glimpses into the minds of the characters that walk through them. They are passing moments in lives forgotten but strangely familiar in a way that lives in nearly all of us; and if I’ve done my job well, I suspect they will reveal themselves to you in a way that is savagely fragile, tough talking and, all at once, criminally insecure.

-David W. Tomaloff, 2008

Lyrics

Till Tomorrow

Written By: David Tomaloff

Till Tomorrow
©2008 David Tomaloff

Thrown out of the engine
Blood soaked in oil
Waves crashing over my head

Cold, dark December
Off by a mile
A name, in the rain, it was read

Life lost on the living
What fool could want
More than the rain on his head

For night to deliver
A drink and a song
To shine some light on this mess

Or a rose colored sundown
The starfield falls all down
Over your head
Should I go blind,
Let it wait for tomorrow

Birds on wires
Miles of fire
The photographs, they drip down the walls

Lightning in a bottle
Should time pass us by
Whatev…wherever should fall

In the rose colored sundown
Where the starfield falls all down
Over your head
Should I go blind,
Let it wait for tomorrow

With the stars falling on down
Into your eyes
Watching us drown
In the light
Let it wait for tomorrow

Sticks and Stones

Written By: David Tomaloff

Sticks and Stones
©2008 David Tomaloff

Sticks and stones only break my bones
It’s your words, they rattle like thunderstorms
Under my ribcage and down to my soul
Where they break my heart

Staring at my shoes, though I feel like a king
And I’m not drunk or anything
I’m just looking for the words
To help you believe in the times like these

Stars in my eyes burn holes in my head
As they build paper boats
From the books that I’ve read
Pages will burn with the stories of men
Who will never reach the shore

But they’ll sail like the devil
And they’ll bellow like kings
All drunk on the wine and everything
As they recite the lines of the songs,
They will to believe

Row faster
Row faster and take me home
I don’t want to die here at sea

Sticks and stones only break my bones
It’s your words, they rattle like thunderstorms
Under my ribcage and down to my soul
Where they break my heart

Staring at my shoes, though I feel like a king
And I’m not drunk or anything
I’m just looking for the words
To help you believe in me

Yeah, I feel like a king
Though I’m staring at my shoes
Like a long distance call
From the home of the blues
And I’m looking for the words in me
I’m looking for the words
And I don’t wanna die here at sea

The Losing Kind

Written By: David Tomaloff

The Losing Kind
©2008 David Tomaloff

Tear my body off of the line
Take me to the river and bathe me in wine
Stop me growing older thinkin’ ‘bout the truth
When the night comes, don’t lose me to the blues

The light keeps getting ever harder to find
Take me to the water;
soothe me in your red, red wine
I’ve been playin’ hearts, a gambler all my life
But the losing kind

Call my name
I’ll meet you there, in the field
Your voice, like the sound of laughter, heals
And I will finally know how it feels

I could fly across the great divide
With the wolves on my heels
and the devil on my side
I could turn a heart a’beating into glass
And break it, but the wings, they are made of wax

(And) I’m flying ever closer to the sun
I know there’s time and I know I’m not the one
They might not make a drug
that’s hard enough to forgive me yet
But I believe, the Gods,
they gave us wine to forget

Call my name
Sing me alive
Your voice, like a trumpet, calls me home
And I will finally know how it feels

Tear my body off of the line
Take me to the water;
soothe me in your red, red wine
I’ve been playin’ hearts, a gambler all my life
But the losing kind

Discography

David Tomaloff - Birds On Wires (October, 2008)

Past recordings include:
The Dammitheads - The Heart of the Matador
The Dammitheads - Freeze Motherstickers

Set List

David Tomaloff is currently playing as a solo singer/acoustic guitarist. Sets can run anywhere from a half hour to an hour and a half, depending on the gig. Songs are mostly original with a few obscure covers thrown in randomly.