You may now venture out into the wilds of the web and view/purchase/steal Joshua’s tribute to Kerouac’s “Tristessa”.
Here is a love affair song.
One for the faithful and the fallen.
“La guitarra se cantará”
Si te me vas Esperanza
No regreses a mi!
Si te me vas Esperanza
No regreses a mi!
Si me quieres a lado.
Dame mas que tu cuerpo
Soy tu hombre no mas
Te regreso jamas. Mi esperanza!
Ojala que recuerdes
de la sombra de mi
Amor, yo nunca podría
olvidarme de ti
Se crecera mas negro
El corazón al dentro
En mi pecho esta
Sin tu beso sera, mi Esperanza!
Cuando vea tu nombre
En el libro de muertos
Al lugar de tu cuerpo
La guitarra se cantara
Cada corde alcanzara
Al hogar de Dios
Lloarare con mi voz, a Esperanza.
Live Nation are thrilled to announce Utah-based, innovative folk singer JOSHUA JAMES ’ debut Australian tour. Joshua James is bringing his nouveau brand of folk to Australia as special guest on Neil Finn’s national tour this March, performing extended sets at headline shows in Melbourne at the Shebeen on Friday 14 March, Cronulla, Brass Monkey on Friday 21 March and Sydney, The Vanguard on Sunday 23 March. Tickets for all shows go on sale Thursday 13 February.
“Sentimentality is a key component of his music – songs about kidnappings, the difficulty of communication to distant relatives, substance abuse and other of difficult life challenges feature in his songs, making him comparable to folk legends Bob Dylan or Neil Young.” The Upcoming, 2012
MELBOURNE – SHEBEEN – FRIDAY, MARCH 14 with special guest LAKYN
CRONULLA – BRASS MONKEY – FRIDAY MARCH 21 with special guest Dylan Wright
SYDNEY – THE VANGUARD – SUNDAY MARCH 23 with special guest LAKYN
TICKETS ON SALE: Thursday 13 February
For complete tour and ticket information, visit: www.livenation.com.au
A bit earlier this year, Joshua and Evan made their way to Boulder, Colorado to visit Nick and Helen and the fine folks at eTown. For those of you that missed the radio broadcast, you can now stream the show over at etown.org. You can stream the entire show here.
Additionally you can watch 4 videos from the performance on youtube here:
Joshua James – Beware
We are excited to share the news that Joshua will be heading to Australia in March of 2014. Joshua will be supporting the venerable Mr. Neil Finn for a full Australian tour. Additionally, an Australian version of “From the Top of Willamette Mountain” will be released through Cooking Vinyl on November 15, 2013.
Here’s a list of Australian dates supporting Neil Finn (stay tuned for more):
Nambour, Nambour Civic Centre – March 6
Brisbane, QPAC Concert Hall – March 7
Geelong, GPAC Playhouse – March 11
Melbourne, Hamer Hall – March 12:
Adelaide, Thebarton Theatre – March 15
Perth, Concert Hall – March 16
Newcastle, Civic Theatre – March 20
Sydney, Sydney Opera House Concert Hall – March 22
With January slowly fading into the latter part of it’s 2015 days I am foreseeing, just as the previous years, the time passing with a velocity that is both unprecedented and undesired. The last year’s triumphs were received with appreciation, but were often time shaded with the drab shadows that I / we all find peppered along the hills and valleys of a man’s existence. I was allowed to wallow in it’s sweet depression like a child left to his own tantrum, sinking further into self ridicule / scrutiny. I, at times (and possibly too often), would pass the weeks under a dark cloud, wondering if / when the yellow light of the sun might make her way back onto the landscape. I didn’t pretend to be rid of her, I wasn’t able. I was consumed in it, and let it dictate my thoughts. Hours of putting my obscurity into word form and eventually lyrical content helped (albeit small) my mind cope with the ache. Drastically described? Excessively outlined?
Sure, but it’s lasting echo still rings loudly in my “New Year” psyche.
I have, throughout my life, come to realize / accept that I am prone to the darkness, my heart in a constant state of flux and confusion but with clarifying neighbors that lend a lucid approach to the “coping” of my existence.
Speaking from my inside is both divulging and liberating. BUT…if you can’t speak of it you can’t heal with it. New Years (so often time) send me spinning into a dream of reflection. A colorful image of past, a bleak and blurry vision of present and a looming shade of future, all intricately compiled into a single thought, a thought that can last a lifetime.
I am learning (still) to welcome each rising sun, each falling night and the completion of every year, though its difficulty had proven herculean. As the last days of December faded into the inversion that surrounds the Utahn mountain range I, as I am sure I have done in years passed by, told myself that this year I would conquer. Without formulating what the verb specifically should detail in the 365 days to come. The eve of the New Year came and it went, but one REAL thought remained.
Make a recording of it.
In life I have found most joy in the expression that we are all capable of. Music / singing has been at the forefront of that creative caravan, and though the prospect often time (always) feels overwhelming, I knew that the outcome would be soothing, even if the same sentiment wasn’t shared with listeners. As the first week of January came I sat to list the songs that had surfaced throughout the last 18 months of my life. I whittled them down to 24 songs that I felt comfortable with. For a couple of days I hid in an upstairs bedroom, typing and notating the lyric and structural changes of each one. I called on a friend to help me set up microphones to begin the process, and without too much thought we began. I feel liberated to begin. After all, isn’t it all beginnings anyhow?
Timmy The Teeth / Drum King / Coles 4038
Evan The Terrible / AKG / Guitar ELECTRIK
Californian Visitation / Rico Csabai / Ollie Investigation / Tuck.
Singing Sisters / Shure SM7 / Coppertone
Tape Machine / Jordan / Ollie Reunion
Bear Face / Green Bullet / Room Microphones
Late Night Choir / One AM
Teams of Friends
January, the month that follows the season, the coldest days that we see (usually), she has settled down, comfortably, here in the valley of Utah, bringing with her a sense of both light and dark. She looks left to the brightness of the coming months and years, scanning over every pivotal moment that might or might not weave it’s way into the tapestry of our every day/existence. She looks right at the smog-filled mornings and dark frozen nights that have made themselves apart of the post Christmas ritual. OH! To you, Miss Jan. I might find it long winded but have recently been told that she holds a small treasure chest of holidays to boot. Of all of the holidays that I have discovered that lie in January’s 31 days, those that stuck out the most might go as follows:
National Thank You Month, Weight Loss Awareness Month, National Codependency Month, Stalking Awareness Month, and the list trudges on. I find that the suggestion of “NEW YEARS resolutions” just get me overwhelmed with my ever growing list of “to-do’s and to don’ts”. I can’t possibly add another “Take a vacation to somewhere tropical” or “Don’t drink so much caffeine” to my 2015 docket. I. Just. Can’t. I am doing my best to make it through this first month with as few scratches as I can muster. There must be support groups that help people like me get through times like this.
Sister Visitations / Cousins
I find that a part of the New Year’s lull is the unwillingness (on my part) to venture into the wildly frigid outdoors. I have never been a man of the slopes and have yet to find the right combination of wool, cotton, boot and coat to keep my body from feeling the early effects of hypothermia. I did, however, get myself dolled up in all the winter dressings alongside my small boy and lover to venture into American Fork’s canyon. The plan was to find a hikeable trail and venture out into the winter tundra. As we approached the frozen reservoir Ollie noticed the army of children making their way down the side of the hill with plastic circles and tubes as their transport. The original plan of hiking had gone out the window with this new vision of fun and adventure. We had not prepared properly for this winter activity but watched as Ollie tried to scoot his way down the mountain, bit by bit, taking pauses, every so often to make sure he wasn’t over stimulated by the excitement. The day went as this. Two people watching one small boy slide down a mountain and realizing that there wasn’t ANY thing in the world that could possibly be better. The simplicity of it all is something I try to hold onto, albeit impossible/unlikely/unfortunate.
Ollie Monster / Snow Prince
After hours in the snow and mountain air we returned back to the comforts of the MTN. Emma had been preparing Flax-Sesame loaves for the oven and I started in on a new favorite Tempeh dish. We had purchased a package of Trader Joe’s tempeh a month or so a go and I felt it prudent to use it before the fermented soy beans furthered their reach into the world of natural culture. I found, online, a recipe for Mexican style Tempeh Tacos (see recipe below) We didn’t use the requested hard shell tacos and opted for a homemade flour tortilla recipe found here
- 1 (8-ounce) package tempeh
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 c. diced tomatoes
- 1 fresh jalapeño, diced
- 2-4 tsp. chili powder (2 was plenty for us!)
- 3 tsp. cumin
- 2 tsp. lime juice
- 2 tsp. garlic powder
- 1 tsp. onion powder
- 2 tsp. dried oregano
- 1 tsp. minced chipotle pepper
- 1/4 c. Bragg’s liquid aminos (coconut aminos or low sodium soy sauce work too)
- 1/2 red onion, diced
- 1/2 green bell pepper, diced
- 2 tbsp. water
- salt + pepper to taste
- olive oil mister or cooking spray
- dash of liquid smoke
- 6-8 hard taco shells (or tortillas)
- vegan cheese, guacamole, salsa, hot sauce, cilantro, black olives, and lime wedges for serving
- Crumble your tempeh into a large mixing bowl. Then, using a large spoon, mix in the garlic, tomatoes, jalapeño, chili powder, cumin, lime juice, garlic powder, onion powder, oregano, chipotle pepper, and Bragg’s. Once your tempeh is completely mixed into the spices, mix in the onion and pepper. Then drizzle the water 1 tablespoon at a time into your mix while stirring your ingredients continuously. Taste a little bit of your tempeh and add salt and pepper to taste.
- Spray your favorite cast-iron skillet or frying pan with a heavy coating of olive oil cooking spray, and then heat over medium heat. Once the oil is hot, toss in the tempeh mixture and liquid smoke. Flip your tempeh-vegetable mixture a few times so that it browns evenly. You’ll know it’s ready when your vegetables are tender and your tempeh has crispy edges. It should take about 10 minutes.
- Stuff Taco shells or Tortillas with Tempeh mixture. YUP. GOOD.
As I was preparing the mixture for dinner I noticed that some of the garlic that we have been keeping is going bad, about 1/3 of each head of cloves has wilted or rotted. Something had to be done less we lose our crop of harvested garlic. Research proved to give me a solution. Frozen garlic cloves. Easily enough I peeled hundreds of garlic cloves and stuffed them into mason jars to be placed in the deep freeze. It is said that it might taste a bit less strong from your typical freshly peeled and grated clove, but that the amount of garlic that you will preserve should get you through the winter months. This is what we are hoping for. The process of peeling each clove started off as a dull and fastidious task but soon turned into a therapeutic mediation. I was become ONE with each clove, the transformation was alarming. This “union” of minds/cloves could have also likely stemmed from the sounds of the fab four booming from the stereo. “…bang, bang, Maxwell’s silver hammer came down on her head…” The night finished off with a hefty amount of reading. Titles such as “The Pout Pout Fish” and “Night Night Llama Llama” were distinguishly studied and discussed between us three. I couldn’t have asked for a better post-tempeh activity.
Post Holiday Blues are to a minimum. Rejoice, rejoice. Here is to the new year. May our hearts find new loves, may the antiquity of 2014’s sorrow disappear like the clean air of the valley. There is too much to do, and plenty of time to try.
"It’s the season of the dancing king.
Be a lady it’s a bit less mean if ya
Speak yer mind when yer conscience seeks the same.”