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Past Performances

August 20, 2011 - Dallas, TX

House of Blues - 2200 N. Lamar Street
Tickets available at www.HouseofBlues.com

August 20, 2010 - Dallas, TX

House of Blues - 2200 N. Lamar Street

FRIDAY AUGUST 20 - House of Blues - DALLAS
with 4 time grammy nominee - Amy Hanaialii Gilliom!

My Shows

Deborah Vial November 5th, 2011 - Waikiki Beach

ING Direct Cafe - Waikiki Beach
Info available at Equality Hawaii
3PM-5PM
Kick-off Party, Meet and Greet for Equality Hawaii's "Hawaii Family Portraits", a pictorial of the LGBT community in the state of Hawaii.

Video

ANGEL - Video

Music

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About Deborah...

And there she stood, a middle-aged woman dressed in a tight black skirt, an equally ill-fitting bolero jacket that I imagined she had pulled from the back of her closet questioning herself if it was still in style after all these years. She took the microphone from my hands and she sang.

I listened as she warbled "Happy Birthday" and I saw my entire future unfold.

I realized that I was not but a few years away from being the woman in the bolero jacket. A voice long gone, if it ever was at all. Singing a drunk "Happy Birthday" while people marveled that I was still alive.
No. That was not going to be me.

I had had a good run. After graduating college, I spent the next couple of years overseas performing for our troops. I love to tell people that I have seen every country you never dreamed of seeing…… Because you don't want to.
Croatia, Macedonia, Iceland, Korea, Germany, Finland to name a few. I have spent time in tents while performing for the NATO troops and marveled at the wonder of men and women from utterly opposite worlds coming together for a common good. I have visited the Korean DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) where North and South Korea touch each other like children, bound by blood, both scared of the other's shadow.
I have walked the streets of Zagreb at the heels of the Croatian War for Independence with the threat of sniper fire hanging overhead. I have had more than my share of adventure while performing overseas.
My respect for our military men and women is profound. We could not enjoy our collective life without them.

I came back to Dallas in 1996 and began performing in the local bars after traveling had lost its luster. I found myself without a road map as to where I was going. The music industry was changing. Britney Spears was climbing the charts with her disturbingly hairy Lolita act and I could not find my place. I had released a "Live" CD with my former band, "Blanche Fury", but I was searching for my own sound. I had the opportunity to be an opening act at Lilith Fair in 1999. That event alone propelled me into my first solo CD "Stretcher". I began opening for many of my favorite artists; Concrete Blonde, Beth Hart, Ryan Adams, even huge monster bands like Chicago. Too many to recollect. Too many glasses of wine between then and now to fully recall.

I met Caron Barrett in 1996. She owned a Dallas-based indie label called "Last Beat". She was also the silent partner in most of the cool restaurants and clubs in Dallas' trendy "Deep Ellum". A mover and a shaker, a guitar player and very attractive to me.

We became friends but more on a peripheral level. I signed to her record label and in 2001, after the singer in her personal band, "Astrogin", ended their musical relationship with the throw of a shoe to the head, I stepped in and filled the void. I was more than happy to because Caron and I had begun dating and I knew I was in love. Caron began playing guitar for me at my "Deborah Vial" gigs and I became the singer for her band "Astrogin". I released my second solo CD "Cooler Heart" in 2002 and we released the Astrogin CD "Dynamic Trash" in 2004 produced by the amazing Nick Griffiths of Pink Floyd fame.

But I got burned out.

We both felt like it was time for a change. I wanted to learn a new trick. I wanted to learn how to cook and entertain and grow vegetables. Things that maybe people that are more firmly planted than I had ever been, know howto do. By the Fall of 2004, we moved to Maui with our six dogs. It was not the idyllic situation that you are probably imagining. I will reserve those stories for another time as this is supposed to be a bio.

In 2010, after six years of performing intermittently, the release of a "Live at the Granada Theater" DVD in 2008, we began writing again. We released "Stages and Stones" in August 2011. Produced by Jeff Halbert with additional production input by Caron, recorded at Dave Bianco's studio in North Hollywood. The CD rocks. A complete portrayal of honest human emotion. I could not have asked for better performers. Kenny Aronoff on drums, Chris Chaney on bass, Kevin Savigar on keys, Caron Barrett on guitar. Jeff Halbert pulled it all together with his mantra "now…THAT sounds like a record".

But back to my lady in the bolero jacket. I suspect I will be singing a drunken "Happy Birthday" in these coming years. I have even recently purchased my own bolero jacket because they did, as all things do, come back on trend.

The difference is in perception.
I no longer dread being the middle aged lady with a microphone.

I am looking forward to it.

Press Links

Press Links

Deborah's new CD was covered in a recent issue of Curve, the country's best-selling lesbian magazine. CLICK HERE or HERE to read!

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Diva Does - Blog

Deborah Vial Blog Spot
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Caron and I live in paradise, truly. Every day I wake up and see the green and blue. The green strokes of life exploding into the sun in the shapes of coconut trees and sugar cane grass. The blue of the ever-moving Pacific Seas. I have nothing to want for. Except for my want for our dogs to stop barking, eating and peeing in the house. As we say in Hawaii, small kine wants. Nonetheless, it was time to take a vacation.

I became intrigued with the idea of going on an Olivia vacation. Olivia is a lesbian travel company. Sometimes they buy out a boat, other times, it can be an entire resort. The Olivia cruises will have 2100 women on one boat, a hotel can have several hundred. Boat or Resort, then end game is always to be an entire buy-out. Nobody on property that is not there through Olivia, to put it plainly, only lesbians allowed. October 2011 was going to be their first crack at Hawaii. Hawaii proper, as in the Big Island, Kona, the land of new earth. We were in. We are in.

The resort is unbelievably beautiful, the Mauna Lani Bay Resort, stunning. The deep black of lava, cut and torn as it made it's way to the surface and cooled… softened by the impossible soft green of ferns and palm trees. A truly beautiful place. A calm and protected snorkel bay within mere steps of our room. What's not to love? Not to mention that there are 660 lesbians currently inhabiting this resort.

My only problem is this whole "all inclusive" idea. I am my Father's child. My father who would eat so much at Wyatt's Cafeteria every Sunday, he would automatically resign himself to a nap on the living room floor. It is an economics problem. It just seems wrong to not drink and eat myself silly. Why not? We paid for it. Being practical is in my blood. Never mind the butt cheek trying to creep out of the top of my jeans. I am not a good day drinker either. It just makes me want to nap. There are women here that I am betting Olivia is losing money on, they leave the buffet with platefuls of bacon and there are others that actually had a scale delivered to their room in an effort to better monitor themselves.

All kinds of people present. All levels of education and every age. The whole experience has been eye opening. The one thing I keep hearing is that the experience is worth the price. Olivia trips are not cheap. They have to secure entire hotels and ships so there is a premium paid in order to do that. I keep hearing from the participants that they are willing to spend the extra money in order to exclude outsiders. I never even considered that would be important to someone. As I said…eye opening.

Deborah Vial Blog Spot
October 2, 2011

Here is my new beginning. My first of what is to be Sunday Morning blogs. The idea of committing words in a plain and undecorated fashion is odd to me. I was raised by a notorious-diary-reading-Mother so I learned to write in a manner barely legible to myself and to write in a flowery prose that, hopefully, hid my true meaning from her menopausal mind. The idea of journaling without the benefit of those affectations seems just downright dangerous. But…I am no longer 14 and she has long since left menopause behind her.

Today is October 2, 2011. Israel Luna, is flying in from San Francisco this evening to shoot a music video for the song Angel off of the new CD I am anxious but I know to trust his judgment. Music videos are their own piece of art. Once they are created, they are eternally attached to the song and the stories become one.
The original story that the song was written about and then the secondary story, the one written by the videographer. When they are done well, a strong video can add texture and depth to a song. Israel is a really good storyteller. I am letting him run with it.
We have a busy week in front of us. Aside from shooting the video, I wanted to have a semi-pot-luck dinner at our house this coming weekend but it is now a full-on party. What was once 20-30 people is looking more like around 80.
We had 70 in the house last March for the Hawaii Public Radio Fundraiser so I am feeling prepared. This is not my first time at the rodeo. Maui is the land of dinner parties. Rarely, if ever, do people ask us to "go out to eat". Culturally, it just isn't done. The intimate setting of a home is always the preferred environment. Home cooking is revered and appreciated.

Like the Maui forest, dinner parties tend to grow at an increased pace. For every couple you invite, you can bet they have at least one visitor to bring. It is common courtesy, all visitors are invited, hence the party of 80. A big party actually brings down my stress level. If it is small, my cooking expectations go up. The larger the party???? Nobody expects fine dining when you have 80 people eating. A group that large just feels lucky to have lasagna.

I am going to make this blog short, sort of ease myself into it.

Deborah

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Lyrics

Lyrics
Stages and Stones (Memories) D. Vial, C. Barrett, D. Whisenant

I'm making new memories, I'm just trying to find a place to put these old ones.
I'm breathing in deeper, trying to find out how to push the old air out.
These stages, these stones, they cannot break my bones,
But I'm afraid of stepping on the cracks.

Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
Until I'm through.

I'm making new memories, trying to find a place to put these old ones
I'm breathing in deeper, trying to find out how to push the old air out.

You tell me I'm all right, you say that I'm okay
Suddenly the wheels inside my head
Begin to spin the other way, I leave my baggage at the gate
Life is better when it's spent in pairs.

All About You...or me...or one of us D. Vial, C. Barrett, J. Sterling

Take a walk in the valley, take a break from all your cares and concerns.
It's a beautiful morning, the moon is resting and the sun has gone to work.
Oh, oh, Life is what we make of it
Our choices- paths we pave.
Take delight in the daybreak live each day as your last day.
Take a walk in the valley, take a walk on the beach, take a walk around the park.
Take a moment to be clear, it's all about you...
Everyday is a challenge, work is stressful, there is bills to be paid.
There's no time for connecting, friends get lost behind an electronic haze.
I'll be still as an anchor
Take my hand, I can be your lantern in the dark
Lean on me for assurance
Don't let go, this ship will roll but it won't fall apart
I've got you. It's all about you.
Pick up the ticket and fly high above the earth
Mothers traveling with children, must put the O2 mask on first
I'll be still as an anchor
Take my hand, I can be your lantern in the dark
Lean on me for assurance
Don't let go this ship will roll but it won't fall apart
I've got you. It's all about you.

Angel D. Vial, J. Borders, D. Whisenant, C. Barrett, J. Price

I can see the glass is empty, but I feel your smile's worn,
so I wait for you to bring your conscience to the table.
I could move a little bit to the side and feel the sentiment instead
But I'm drawn back to the middle and I linger there.
Because I am an angel, and I have been sent here to talk to you.

Picture of decorum, as you decorate my fist
All the memories of you fail me and they thwart my bliss
Liquid and red velvet, did you chew the spires off?
No you'll not succeed, I'll find a way to make you stop

Because
I am an angel and I have been sent here to talk to you
I am prolific and I am the one who would rescue you

You won't apologize, for all the times you've lied
I tried to save you but I'll have to save myself
How dare you intimate that it was my mistake
The only one I'll claim is loving you through hell.

Hollow-eyed the storm has passed as I cauterize my faith
But the reservoir is emptied in it's fall from grace
I've the strength to move a mountain, I have the strength to sail a ship
But my heart is weakened by this bitter you slipped.

Deals with God (Laundry Loads) D. Vial, C. Barrett

Something so sweet, in the rhythm
Comfort in the smell, the pace
Beat of the machine, sense of production
The freshly tumbled clothes you make.

My life lived by laundry loads, always threatening to unfold.

What happened to me
How did I get here
I must have traveled in clean clothes
I could not foresee, my addiction, my need to cling to what I know

My life lived by laundry loads, always threatening to unfold
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I die before I wake, I'll pay the Lord my soul to take.

I cannot go to sleep

Something so sweet, in the rhythm
Comfort in the smell, the pace
Beat of the machine, sense of production
The freshly tumbled clothes you make.

I cannot go to sleep

Don't make me Take it from You D. Vial, C. Barrett, J. Sterling

Don't make me take it from you,
You know I'm needy, I'm greedy too.
You put me off like a bill, leave me unpaid but I will
Come back to get what is due
You set off all the alarms
The burglar bars can't control the storm
Pressed up against your machine, your beating heart beating me
You can't deny me your need

Come let me kiss you under the moon
Come let my love sing softly to you.

You light me up then regret
The smoking gun like a cigarette
A vice not easily contained, pleasure so deeply remains
Perpetually powder stained
The nicotine makes you sweat
A slowly gathering thunderhead
A storm to rage in your room, your yield is coming and soon
Don't make me take it from you.

Lose Again (Pretty Teeth) D. Vial, J. Borders, D. Whisenant

Resting slightly, grimace failed
I lost you lightly, thinly veiled
But I won't lose again

Dressed in finery, slacking sails
I lost you lightly, thinly veiled
But I won't lose again

White teeth like a new deck of cards
A queen high flush hiding your black heart

Resting slightly, grimace failed
I lost you lightly, thinly veiled
But I won't lose again

White teeth like a new deck of cards
A queen high flush hiding your black heart
Pretty girls get to hide their deceit
They don't smile with their eyes, smile with their teeth

Simple Girl D. Vial, J. Borders, D. Whisenant, J. Price

You speak to me in simple terms, like I've got a simple mind
You casually talk down to me, leaves me feeling tired
Still the oxen plow the field, interrupt the dirt
You've lost so much control of me, I'm not your simple girl

Bleh-he-ho-ho-bom-bom-bom-bay-ee-ay

You spin your life out like a dime, that landed on its head
If tails is what you wanted, should've never left to chance
Confine yourself to wheelchairs, pretending to be hurt
I won't let you control me, I'm not your simple girl

My love is deeper than the open sea
You made it as salty from it's suffering
You never could tolerate.

Bleh-he-ho-ho-bom-bom-bom-bay-ee-ay

My love is deeper than the open sea
You made it as salty from its suffering
You never could tolerate, the life-ring around your waist
Maybe it's time I let you slip away from shore.

Stages and Stones (Memories)
D. Vial, C. Barrett, D. Whisenant

I'm making new memories, I'm just trying to find a place to put these old ones.
I'm breathing in deeper, trying to find out how to push the old air out.
These stages, these stones, they cannot break my bones,
But I'm afraid of stepping on the cracks.

Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
Until I'm through.

I'm making new memories, trying to find a place to put these old ones
I'm breathing in deeper, trying to find out how to push the old air out.

You tell me I'm all right, you say that I'm okay
Suddenly the wheels inside my head
Begin to spin the other way, I leave my baggage at the gate
Life is better when it's spent in pairs.